I am not ugly anymore

I woke up one morning and realized I loved you.
I woke up another morning and realized you had made a complete idiot out of me.

I woke up one morning and realized you said you were a friend.
I woke up another morning and realized you wanted to be a friend for your own malicious pleasures.

I woke up one morning and realized that I was very popular.
I woke up another morning and realized that popularity does not mean friends.

I woke up one morning and thought you had changed, perhaps become kinder.
I woke up another morning and realized your kindness was convenience.

I woke up one morning feeling miserable that you did not love anything about me.
I woke up another morning and realized that you don’t even know how to love.

I woke up one morning and wished I would be so beautiful that I’d blind you.
I woke up another morning and realized that I don’t want to feel ugly for you anymore.

I woke up one morning and realized now you sleep next to someone else.
I woke up another morning and realized I loathe waking up everyday.