Who am I to think he'll love me?
I hold no beauty
No brains
No way I'd be a girl who could please a man
Like him

I can no longer care for anything
But just him.
And then I ask myself
If I can't please a single man...
How am I to please the man of my dreams?

I will tell you the answer
To a simple stupid question
When I realize
Who I truly am

Because with words,
Cuts and lavender bruises
And asymmetric scars
The imprints of a man that
I never loved
Left against my skin

They shall lace my mouth
With heavy thread
And forever
Keep it closed

So I could never find out
Who I truly am