Ugly

I miss you.

To stare at your eyes.

Those deep dark brown eyes, those hollow cheeks,

your protruding collarbones.

A sight of frailty, a sight of what you used to be. 

I miss looking at your nakedness.

As my fingers cross your ribs.

Along of what used to be fair skin,

that is now menaced with fragmented scars.

It has been a long time,

since I touched your cherry red lips.

Look at the mirror, what do you see?
Nothing,
but the unrecognizable,
us.

Walking on the streets,
nobody looks at us.
While staring at myself,
all I see is the nothingness of us.

Vanished almost without a trace,

just a mere someone, unnoticed someone.

Now standing alone.

Staring down at the ground,

now you know how it feels to be...

 Ugly.