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He looks over at me and says,

 “you’re beautiful.”

And I laugh, because, I’m not 

People fall in love with me for being 

Vibrant, genuine, unique 

I feel confident that in a room full of people 

When the conversation opens up 

I will be one of the more interesting people in the room

People pick up on my satire 

My imagination 

My determination 

My wit 

But, beauty?

No, no

Most people only seem to realize I’m beautiful 

When there letting me go 

Like an after thought 

An “ah ha!” Moment 

When the other pieces of me that they saw sparkle

Fall away 

And their sitting across from me at the table 

Trying to decide if it’s time to move on 

That’s when they look up, 

Almost confused 

Considerate 

Like they just opened an oyster

To realize a pearl had been there 

The whole time 

“Hu…”

“… you’re beautiful”

They say

But, it’s not enough

Beauty 

To keep them from walking away 

Because that’s never what they noticed 

In the first place