She’s pretty; her hair is glossy and nice, her skin much near perfect.
You kissed her once upon a time; two summers ago you wanted to kiss her and you did.
Your love didn’t blossom from that kiss; you didn’t feel love again until you met me.
My hair isn’t glossy or long, my skin is scarred, pale, my legs short, my body an untidy hourglass shape.
She’s still around, she still exists, she’s just a friend now. But she’s not my friend. I can’t look at her, the same way, now i know he kissed her once.
I just don’t understand. Why wouldn’t you leave me? why wouldn’t you choose her, when she is so many things that i am not. Never will be. I will always just be this. You know me inside-out, there is no hidden, yet-to-find beauty here.
What do i do? I will never feel enough.
I don’t want to let him know the pain inside my heart and the revolving thoughts that never quiet down. I don’t want to push him away, to push the love out of him, to push him into another love’s arms.
He is mine, and he is in my arms. I want him to stay there forever.
When i don’t hear from you a few hours, it feels like days.
When you don’t say i love you for 24 hours, it feels like weeks.
When you make a mistake, i see it as confirmation that i am to be unhappy, i am never to have everything the way i want it, all the time.
That’s why this will never work. I will always try to find something wrong.
Until one day you are gone, and i don’t hear from you for days, for weeks, for months; and i don’t hear ‘I love you’ ever again.
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I won’t ever be enough for me,
so how could i possibly be enough for you?
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