you look so lovely

i look so lovely when i smile for the picture
i look so lovely on your yearly tax return
i look so lovely when my mouth is stitched shut
i look so lovely when i'm sedated
 
you look so lovely at the parabola's inverse
the x-value is cancelled when you cross its plane
we lose recollection of the coordinates  
driving further into your delusive love
 
you look so lovely  
in a seven-year-old's  
maxed out bottle of prozac
 
the malice that plagues your face  
over a decade later
when i promise you i will  
never come home
 
to you, i show nothing but pure apathy.
 
i think you'd look so lovely as a dusty photo decomposing in a landfill.
 
-hope