body

[N.A.]

This is amazing! Only critique is that it was difficult to follow at times. To fix that, I think it needs more punctuation marks (or maybe it's just cos I love a good dash, despite it's ruined reputation with AI) Here's an edited version with changes I would make  

Hollow yet full,
heavy—dead weight.
My body is a temple,
a destiny I create.

I love it, I hate it,
I urge now to change it—
artificially, superficially,
for the eyes of a beholder,
and let’s say, originally.

Like rivers and hills,
or a dusty, orphaned mine,
your body is monetary—
losing value with time.

I want to be pretty,
and perfect, and petite.
I want to be wanted,
someone’s craving—so sweet.

But time advances
while my thinking stays put,
losing, and so all of my chances
to feel free and beautiful—
they are going kaput.

A duality that feels senseless,
defenseless I stand.
One day I will be—
each day I am older,
cracking and creasing,
my body done leasing,
my time on this earth
by the day is decreasing.

I wonder then, if ever—
or when—
will I ever feel beautiful?
Or never again?