They think beauty is a box of candy, velvet ribbons, satin gowns,

They think beauty is a bombshell,

They think beauty never frowns.


Would you love my broken places?

Would you forgive who I have been?

Would you stay when I look ugly?

Would you understand my sins?


Curled up on a bathroom floor,

Begging for my breath,

Crawling to the room next door,

Would you have loved me then?


Drunk and disorderly,

Ragged and word,

Battered and bruised,

Tattered and torn,

I’m not now,

But was once,



Don’t deny it.


I’m not shiny new

I’m not twenty-two,

I’ve got wrinkles from the lines,

Scars you cannot see,

Is this beauty?


And maybe I

Don’t look at things the same way



I’m not as sure as I used to be,

When I see a man in front of me,

And maybe

I don’t care the way I should,

But maybe,

I could.


They think beauty is the flowered vine,

And sweet red wine

Golden set diamond rings,

They think beauty sings

Happy songs

all day long.


I think beauty looks

In revelry,

And subtlety,

And sees,

The way I really am,

The knotted wood,

That’s still good,

Somehow stronger

For the hunger,

Than when I was younger,

Able to look you in the eye,

With every sigh,

And mean it.

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