Everyone Thinks You’re Ugly
they’ve never looked as deeply as i
into the centers of your alluring
and final eyes
they’ve never watched you
dance slowly and dark like the end credits
they say you’re a poor dresser
but i love all-black
your voice is the song that plays after the band has left
and the stage is empty
your body is the abyss
and your touch is only cold at first
they say your breath is rotten
but i just started smoking again
and i miss those still warm kisses
a burning cigarette set softly against a dirty ashtray
they say your breasts are tombstones
and your cunt is a grave
but
i am tired
and i think you are beautiful
