I wish you were a little less pretty.
Seeing how you illustrate yourself…
Because now everyone treats you petty
but with at least one exception: myself.
I wish you could temporarily see
the world in the ways that I cannot.
And then you’d understand the depths
of where my wandering mind is caught.
Because if you could hold perspective
and stay pointed at true points of view…
you’d no longer be burdened by infected
fingers pointing judgement at you. So, I wish you were just a little less pretty.
With no makeup to make up perfection.
Just a big t-shirt and plenty paint brushes
to lose yourself in swirls of connection.