Something Pretty, Somewhere

And even though

You say that this,

Me,

I mean,

Is beautiful,

It is different.

This beauty is

Blurry,

Prettier when I am not moving,

Thinking.

This beauty is more photogenic,

In certain lighting.

More beautiful when I am quiet.

Smiling,

Not speaking.

I am beautiful when I am small.

Dainty,

Polite.

Hair that is combed,

Lips that are painted.

Prettier when I am not writing,

Realizing.

And you say that you are ready,

For this sort of entirety.

But,

You have barely seen the beginning,

Of my less beautiful parts.