You're Cute. I'm Not.

He's charmed and he's not afraid to show it.
He trails behind me like a puppy,
or maybe like a good boy poking at a cute one.
But I'm not a puppy and I'm definitely not cute.
You are, I'm not.

He asks me how I'm doing as I was struggling
He puts his face close to mine when he teaches me bowling
asks me if I enjoyed and says that I did great
But I'm not a toddler who have just gone home from school
You are certainly thoughtful
I'd rather not be thought

He gives me his attention, high-fives and "good job"s
He types in triple smileys and hopes to get noticed
saying the sunburn on my nose is cute
But I don't like myself cute
You do.

I know I should be pleased
Damn right I should be flattered
But all I want is for someone who sees me better

A sloppy young professional,
a rebel of a daughter
Easily frustrated of herself
Unhesitatingly roars in laughter

I wanted to be
more than cute than you defined me
I don't want you to be fond of me
I want you to see the details
and imperfections, and fragments of myself that I'm not pleased with

I hope you get the message
As I refuse to do the flirts
I'm hoping you won't find me cute.
I'm hoping you would find me beautiful.