You say my eyes are a deep warm amber,

But I know you think

they are chipped, flawed, and cut hard.

And you say my mouth is like exotic fruit,

But I know it's

Much too easily bruised.

And my skin, you may claim

Is scrubbed to pink rosy,

But to tell the truth,

It's just petals I've crushed.

And my love is never,

Never good enough.

My hands are without purpose.

My feet are not dainty.

And my voice it bleeds, it is so raw.

You've said it yourself, I scream for love,

Where no love is to be found.

Save Me, Change Me, Re-create Me--

If not--

You can always Blame Me.