the lovely words that bless me
how i wish i could see what they portray,
my looks are just a black mirror.
these pretty souls do not understand
that i yearn for their visions of me,
because all i see is a wilting flower along a lonely river.
my tears are full of fond people
but taste of salt from endless oceans,
all i crave is the sugar of self-love.
filled with stars and moonlight
i bear this emptiness inside of me,
hoping that one day, i’ll finally give myself a hug.