They Should Not Love You

You have an easy smile,
Quick and full.
But your tongue is rotten,
You have black ooze
Curdling in the back of your throat.

You have such beautiful hair,
Honey colored and satin touched.
So thick,
It covers the insects living in your scalp,
Which bore holes into your skull.

Your eyes are blue-green
And gold like the sun.
Though the green often turns sickly,
the gold pales and weeps.
With a second look, they will see worms.

You care so much,
So very much.
But actions speak louder than words,
Accidents are still crimes,
And you are a felony.