running a hand through your hair
you tried to smile politely
sorry he called you ugly
you aren't
actually, i think
you are beautiful
you already made that clear
you laughed, chest rumbling
while it echoed throughout
the mellow coffee shop
and we spent the afternoon
in a comfortable silence
that cocooned me in
false belief that
you actually found me beautiful
in the false belief
that you knew
me
and just maybe
you like
m e
.