Beauty

Beauty doesn't always

come easily.

Insecurity will rear its

ugly head.

But you, my love,

You are so

perfect.

To be like you, one could only

wish.

So please

please put down those

pills.

And please

please put down that

blade.

You need to eat,

you need to sleep,

don't worry if you can't

love yourself.

I'll give you all the love

I have.

My sweet, sweet dream

of always.

You're the only future that

I dream.

So please, please do not

deprive me

by mistreating your body because it's

something you've grown to hate.

Now, my love

my darling.

You know most beauty is only

skin deep.

But yours? Yours is to

the core.

And will continue to grow for 

eternity.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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