Whisper in my ear. Tell me I’m beautiful because that is all I want to hear from you. Dare to utter the four words that tingles every nerve in my spine and creates a sense of euphoria because I finally think that I am able to attract someone of the opposite sex. it kills me from the inside out because I honestly don’t believe this statement but when you say those words to me it’s like small doses of the cherry medicine that children always run from. Bitter but yet it creates as sense of security, as if whatever is ailing you will suddenly disappear after swallowing the placebo. A non-existent cure for something that needs more than a little sugar in a capsule. 
 

So whisper the four words that will wrap me in your embrace and somewhat put me in a trance because I’m so use to not hearing those four words…. “You Are So Beautiful.” Maybe that will aid you in taking advantage of me because yeah I’m insecure and like a blood hound in the thickets of the deepest forest you are able to smell the insecurity because it’s like blood and we all know the history of the blood hound. And as I run from you twisting and turning and circling trees that is obscured by such small rays of moon light that only allows me to see objects that are within arm’s reach I somewhat fall back because I am growing weary. Out of breathe, panting, gasping because I am out of air and my lungs are on fire, burning as if no amount of water nor air will extinguish it.

So dare to utter those four words to me. Those same words that could produce such beauty but devastate my inner being at the same time and create a state of euphoria in my mind.  Because when you tell me those words it’s like a drug that I can get enough of. And because being called beautiful is like the equivalent of me taking in crack, morphine and codeine I’m going to need you to stay away from me.