Stupid Love Songs

These little shits think they're sooooo romantic.

I’m sick of men singing songs about beautiful women.

They pat themselves on the back for the compliments

that slide off their tongues so easily and

turn a blind eye when those same compliments

slide off the backs of women.

I’m sick of boys singing songs saying,

“You don’t know you’re beautiful,”

thinking they’re deep by claiming,

“That’s what makes you beautiful.”

And maybe they see this as a compliment because

they say it like it’s a good thing.

Like it’s a good thing that her enemy is a mirror.

That she hates her own skin, her own curves, her own body.

Like it’s a good thing that men can talk all they want about her beauty,

but she can’t believe them

because no one likes a vain woman.

Call me a hypocrite, but I also tell women they’re beautiful,

and, even though I’m also a woman, they don’t believe me.

They refuse the truth like a dangerous dessert,

scared the compliments will stick like sickening sweet honey,

a nice flavor, but a nasty mess when let loose.

Yes, yes, the dessert was a kind gesture,

but what she wants is a real meal

because too much sweetness makes you sick.

My girl is beautiful and

I tell her every day, but she just says,

“That’s because you love me.”

And it’s true. I do love her. And when you love someone

their physical imperfections disappear

like mascara that’s not waterproof

a perm shampooed too soon

a spray tan in the shower.

Because beauty is just the wrapping paper and ribbons,

but your heart and your soul and your intelligence--

Those are the gifts inside.

Women don’t need to be told they’re beautiful.

It wasn’t until men focused on their looks that they started to doubt it.

Women don’t need men to tell them they’re beautiful

because there’s no point in stating the obvious.

I don’t want my girl to ask me if her jeans make her butt look big.

I want her to tell me her butt is big and that I should be grateful.

I want my girl to strut her stuff, not for others’ eyes,

but because she loves her own body.

Afterall, nothing is wrong with wrapping up a present;

it shows that you care about the gift inside.

I want to tell my hot ass girlfriend that she’s beautiful

And I want her to accept it, without deflection.

I want to tell my amazing girlfriend that she’s beautiful,

-like truly beautiful-

and I want her to believe it.

But I guess it’s not about what I want;

it’s about what she wants.

And although I can’t speak for her,

maybe she just wants people to stop talking about the
wrapping paper, and just open up the god-damn present.