Skin Deep

I was taught that beauty is only skin deep
But it`s your inner beauty that I find un-attractive
So I stare blankly at the cover of your book
Regretting that I ever read the first few chapters
Knowing you`re not just a library rental, So I can`t return it
And it hurts to revisit that feeling of love at first sight
When I try to burn it
So I just, toss you on my bookshelf, behind Malcolm and Martin
And bury my love for you, with my love for the revolution
Shootin` stars from my night sky
As I day dream about our future
Erasing the parts of you I don`t like
Re-painting your perfect picture
Cuz I know you`ll never be picture perfect
What I don`t know is how much you`re worth
But I know you`re far from worthless
I`m stuck reading you as you rant randomly on pages
Waiting on you to return your eyes
Away from them foreign faces
Placing us on that perfect scene
The one that`ll never exist
So that we can be seen as happy
Signed and sealed with a kiss
I`d even settle for a hug, if asking for a kiss is too much
Shit, even a stare from your beautiful eyes would cause me to blush
For years I waited for you, And for years you ignored me
For years I thought nothing of it
Now we don`t even speak
Pain seeps thru my pores
Knowing that another planted a seed in your womb
And it hurts to stare as it grows
Knowing that it should have had my eyes, nose or lips
So I cry at night, feeling lost and neglected
Because even though your inner beauty was flawed
I was willing to accept it.