Back To My Own Vomit Poem by Natasha Andeyi

You're all the things that beauty defines,
At least when we're looking at things from the physical point of view.
But should it be the only thing I focus on,
Then a lifetime of pain is the contract for my signing.

There's a need to be honest with what's beyond your looks,
Because there'll be days when the sight of you isn't enough.
Even love sometimes just isn't enough.
What for superficial things that fade with the passing of time?

If I wake not from this illusion of a daydream,
Like some fool who sees not the signs,
Then an eternal nightmare will be my land for the living,
A solemn way of going back to my own vomit.