Am I pretty enough yet?

To make you love me,

To crave me,

To want me as badly as I wanted you.

I fixed everything, inside and out.

I scrubbed at the deepest parts of my soul until they came out shiny, pleasant and new.

Those ugly things, I buried deep down for you.

Am I pretty enough yet?

I polished my hair for you.

I wore pleasant chemicals for you,

I fixed what was broken so it wouldn’t harm you.

I would never let it harm you.

Am I pretty enough yet?

Surely, I’m pretty enough yet.

That you would see pass the artifice,

Past the paid for bodies, the unnaturally perfect hair,

Those could never distract you,

How could they distract you?

Am I pretty enough yet?

I have to be pretty enough yet.

After hours of punishment to tone what you once adored.

What you stopped holding, stopped craving.

Stopped kissing, stopped touching.

Am I pretty enough yet?

To turn your eye back to the center,

Back to the heart.

Am I pretty enough yet?