"Beautiful"

He once called me "Beautiful Girl". I can remember the way his eyes turned the colors of the Milky Way as he said it, that..one..day. We lay in a little house, no heat and wrapped in each other on a big couch...that is where two hearts would meet. I don't feel beautiful anymore. I dropped all the make-up and pride to the floor. Now when I look in the mirror, all I see is the shell of me. Alone I watch myself come undone seam by seam. I pick through those pieces of that once beautiful me, to see which shards are "Good Enough" to keep, not many it seems. So while he is out there, somewhere, with some other beautiful girl...he will never have to see the remaining shards of glass inside of me. Me...I felt beautiful once...I always felt beautiful when he looked at me.