Beautiful Lies
I will myself not to think
of your lips on mine
my head upon your shoulder
because you don’t want me
so I tell myself I don’t want you
but my heart doesn’t deal in realities
it likes to imagine what might be
while my head is harsh
it berates me
tells me how unworthy I am
flogs my self-esteem mercilessly
until my heart seems no longer capable
of producing any joy
real or imagined
I’M NOT STUPID
I scream at the mirror
who would ever love
this face
this body
I knew I never stood a chance
I knew you lied
when you called me beautiful
but my heart believed it for a moment
and it was nice
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Wow! That is such a sad poem. But well written!