I know it’s not romantic, I don’t look pretty when I cry
I know it’s not sexy as blood drips down my thigh
I know it hurts to see someone you love look just like me
Messy hair, unbrushed for days, bags under their eyes for every hour awake, red swollen lips from crying all night, my eyes full of fright
It’s not beautiful yet
But it might
When my eyes look bright
And my hair brushed
And showered body
And making art and writing a lot
But right now it isn’t beautiful, because I feel like I’m not