Pretty-Thing

When I saw myself as beautiful

He was most certainly my match

Big brown eyes scorching me--

Distinguished features

All adding up at 23 years to be the picture of my perfection

His frame was tiny though tall

But defined with every curve

He was my ideal pretty-thing, when I could look in the mirror

If I looked deeper into that body—through his outer shell

I could see so much more than attraction

I could see what made him Beauty

Our passions were much the same

Our thoughts all aligned

Nothing to hide from each other

We both did our share of what we shouldn’t have--

We even slept with the same type of people

But time passed by--

So much time,

Since I’ve seen the beauty I have missed

Now I doubt I could look in his eyes

To see how much more is inside

Much more is in doubt

That I can let him see me

Because I’m not the same-old pretty-thing I was

And no longer are we equally matched.