i can form pretty words
every time i speak
they form bouquets of white dandelions
between my teeth
sweet smelling and vivacious

they pull people in
and mask the ugly pockmarks
i accidentally hide
beneath my skin

i can form pretty words
every time i speak
and my lover begs me not to lie
but i cannot help the stories
tangled in my speech

white dandelions are rooted out like weeds
and live a bitter sensation
until they wither and can no longer smell so sweet
but my pretty words will always be pretty
hiding shameful bits beneath my eyes
where my cheeks are rosy pinched
and my expression very bright

after all
my lover knows just who i am
he could not possibly forget
when every night he makes a pockmark
so deep beneath my skin