You.
Tall.
Perfectly slender.
A face that looks soft and tender.
Who are you? I know you.
I see you walking from table to table.
I see you.
Your hair slicked back, your side-to-side swaying. So graceful amongst the distasteful.
You come to our table, your beautiful body handling drinks in each hand. We all wonder who has access to your touch.
To your every brush.
To your every smile.
A smile without a price involving liquid satisfaction in whiskey, rum, or tequila form.
A free smile.
Free of expectations.
Free of demands.
Free of looks that elicit your immediate response. An immediate disgust.
A smile you give freely to those less disgusting from the bunch.
The bunch that border from disgusting to depraved and beyond.
Beyond the borders of your beauty, and your ugliness.
For as beautiful as you are, the ugliness fights to remain within.
Within your eyes as you look at those slobbering fools, slobbering over fried appetizers, sodium-ridden traps meant to induce more impulsive alcoholic purchasing. Their visual impulsions followed by visual slobbering as they proceed to undress your body.
A body filled with ugly insecurities. Body-checking of your waist, touching of your flawless face containing trifling remnants of childhood acne.
Within your head lie ugly portraits of every night these men made you feel like less of one yourself.
Within your head you remember the first night you on the job, on the receiving end of the prowl.
Your disgust not aimed at these trolls, but at yourself and your inability to stop the scowls. The undressing scowls.
The undressing of your soul.
A soul not filled with the uttermost ugliness of that judgmental and self-loathing community.
A soul filled only with a cry for salvation.
A soul now only satisfied with cries of adulation.
Adulation by this community of outcasts and love-starved vagabonds.
A community for you and me.
If only you could see me.
If only there was more to see of me.
All eyes on you, none on me.
Me.
Not tall.
Way too slender.
A face gruff and lacking texture.
All eyes retort at the sight of me.
All eyes irrelevant, if only your eyes were indiscriminate.
To see what I see in you.
An ugly beauty.
About the Creator
Andrew Dominguez
Greetings! My name is Andrew Judeus. I am an NY-based writer with a passion for creating romantic narratives. Hopefully my daily wanderings into the land of happily ever after will shed some light into your life. Enjoy!
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