My Idea of Mourning

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Everyday you'd tell me I'm beautiful,
You'd tell me my eyes are beautiful
Like no one else's, but they're just brown I'd reply.
Your face is pure and bright you'd say,
But my face wasn't beautiful it was dull.
Your smile lights up my day
What a cheesy thing to say but your words meant felt like a sugary topping to my day,
Your body is beautiful to me,
I don't like my body but you made me feel like a goddess.
You made me confident in myself until you crushed me down.
- Sheccid Morales