He makes me better. He makes me happy. He puts a smile on my face every day. Why wouldn't I want that?
He makes me feel loved. He makes me feel special. He makes feel wanted. Why shouldn't I want that?
He makes me feel beautiful. He makes me feel smart. He makes me feel like I matter. How couldn't I want that?
And yet you follow me around like a ghost and tell me that I'm not worth the love he gives me. Your memory is a curse without cure. I am plagued by you no matter how much he loves me, no matter how much better he makes me feel. You are tattooed on my brain. I can't get rid of you and the pain you caused me. Your voice still rings in my head with all of the reasons I'm not good enough. Your voice lingers in the air and whispers to me when I least want to hear it and I hate you. But he makes me forget you. And I want that.
