Beautiful: A Poem

I don’t love

being loved

as far as my legs

can walk me


I was drowning

but you were drowning, too

you were drowning in the color of my eyes

I was drowning in the truth behind yours


don’t call me beautiful

don’t call me when the sun goes down

please don’t call me beautiful

because then I’ll know the truth


when my legs burn out

when my eyes begin to fade

when we drown in the same deep sea

when you’re up with the sun


then you can call me anything you’d like