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I remember when I was beautiful to you.
Before my features seemed pinched,
before you noticed my nose was too long,
before the cleft in my chin was pronounced.
Before I was relegated to the dust heap
of past-lovers and just-friends.

Back then, I wasn't just some girl
you knew and talked to daily,
I was the girl you talked about all the time,
quoted my opinions on love and religion,
and whether or not they could be the same thing.
The girl whose lips you loved to kiss,
who squeezed you breathless
because you always felt too far away from her
even when you were right near her.

We weren't close enough back then.
You were sure I secretly hated you.
(I never meant
to be so hard. I just couldn't
be your lover back then.)

Now, there's a new girl who is beautiful to you.
(Even though I let my hair grow out,
and you love it.)
And I, too, have someone else who is
beautiful
to me.
You still talk about me to your friends,
but to me you only talk about her.

We're close now,
so close that when we fight
it feels like my heart might explode from its
tympani pace.
And I'm happy, I am.
I am done being sour and bitter.

This doesn't mean I never miss being beautiful to you.

Description
I remember when I was beautiful to you.
Before my features seemed pinched,
before you noticed my nose was too long,
before the cleft in my chin was pronounced.
Before I was relegated to the dust heap
of past-lovers and just-friends.

Back then, I wasn't just some girl
you knew and talked to daily,
I was the girl you talked about all the time,
quoted my opinions on love and religion,
and whether or not they could be the same thing.
The girl whose lips you loved to kiss,
who squeezed you breathless
because you always felt too far away from her
even when you were right near her.

We weren't close enough back then.
You were sure I secretly hated you.
(I never meant
to be so hard. I just couldn't
be your lover back then.)

Now, there's a new girl who is beautiful to you.
(Even though I let my hair grow out,
and you love it.)
And I, too, have someone else who is
beautiful
to me.
You still talk about me to your friends,
but to me you only talk about her.

We're close now,
so close that when we fight
it feels like my heart might explode from its
tympani pace.
And I'm happy, I am.
I am done being sour and bitter.

This doesn't mean I never miss being beautiful to you.