Brialee Turner

I never feel happy when
I’m wearing you. Your a color
That I hate on myself,
Because I look like a nurse,
And it’s so dark and stark against
My skin.

And I don’t know if it’s just in
Clothes because when
I look at the night sky
Or pictures of the universe,
And there you are in
Perfect splendor and you
Make the stars shine so so
Brightly and sparkle in the night,
Then maybe I can love you?

I guess some things are more lovable
When they are a far distance
Away?