Beauty

Line my eyes in the darkest black. Black as night, dark as your soul, making my skin pale as paper. Run the red along my lips and I'll promise not to ruin it. Don't drink, don't eat, guess it's time to be anorexic. Beauty comes with a price, a pound of flesh for a pound of beauty. And he looks, licks his lips, stares at me up and down as if he sees me for the first time. But the Prince didn't know i wasn't that girl. I shut up, sat straight, refused politely every morsel of food and drop of water. I may have felt like i was in the desert but it was worth the fame for a few moments. That fame... comes with a price. The price of feeling those hands along your legs, going farther than you wish. Those lips covering yours so you can no longer scream for help. Who would want help though? Beauty and fame is worth the price is it not? No... not to me.

Fast forward, seeing the same girl in a different mirror and light. Dark eyes, dark lips, a light that wasn't there before. No more fame, no more outer beauty to show off. Nothing to pull her out of the crowd and the angel smiles. His smile isn't like the Prince's, it's gentle, not animalistic. His hands guide you to the outside, taking you with him to soar among the stars. That's beauty. Not the heat of his gaze, not the rough touch, not the hunger scratching at your stomach. Beauty... just is. It is the way your heart beats and the way your flaws look. Flaws define you and no man is worth losing your skin to a pound of make up, or worth starving. Angel... You are my savior. You showed me this and saved me from my demons. I still have demons, we're just on the same side now.