I wrote this poem in 2018 in my writing poetry module during my first year of university.
Don’t bother speaking to me as I lack
The emotional depth, I can’t look past
The shade of your teeth and the build-up of plaque.
I would, if you see me, walk by fast.
It’s easy to pick you apart and every
Other face I see, I’m horribly futile
And made out of vanity.
You could speak words like Keats
Or spark up a debate,
But if your nose is uneven,
My ears won’t listen.
Don’t you even mind your outgrown nails;
Your gaining weight?
Yet in all your flaws I do find myself envious of your eyes,
Which look for more than the next reflective surface, and
Your brain with its complex clogs that think beyond my conceited ways.
For when I speak, words are chewed around my mouth and
Spit off my tongue like blood –
I don’t know what honey tastes like.
My shallow mind consumes me, I fear my pulse doesn’t really beat.
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