did you tell her

she looked beautiful that night?

would you dare

to say the same to me?

without the liquor

or the haze of smoke

to cloud your mind,

would you tell me you're in love?

do you feel the way you felt

with her

when your heart was strong 

and full of trust?

could I ever live up to that?

because never in my wildest dreams

could I imagine someone like you

choosing someone like me.

I hope you told her

she was beautiful that night.

it would have been the truth.

I hope you don't expect me

to look that way,

because I probably never will,

but if you tell me I'm beautiful

even once, or twice,

or every day for the rest of my life

then maybe, just maybe, one of those days

I will believe you

but there will always be a part of me

that wonders if I'm nothing more

than the rebound.