Respect.

I am not an example of what beauty could be

But I am not ugly either

I still don’t know what it means

When you tell me I look prettier

Every time I wear that red lipstick

I don’t care if you think I look good

As long as you think I’m great

I wish you stopped talking about my looks

Just so we could focus on our anything

Why don’t you understand how hard it is

To know how nice your lips feel

And still not be able to feel them

I guess that’s just because you never felt them

But I did, in my dreams, in my cheeks

And I must admit, they were the best I ever had.