t/w: body, ed
you can talk to me whenever i look pretty
or whenever my legs look thinner in a skirt,
and ignore me when i try to talk about what hurts,
but you don't really want me.
you just want my body.
i think about asking you which class you're in
and if i happen to run into you during third period,
i hope that i look pretty-
even though i never cared before,
and i've never wanted you more,
i know you're insecure,
but i'm crying because i expected more-
you don't really want me.
you just want my body.
i don't know what to do,
i wish i could be funnier and i wish
i had her hair, her eyes, and her smile,
everything about her so beautiful,
you don't even think about looking below.
i think about all the TV shows that you watched,
so i watched them too,
and i try to talk about it with you,
but your face turns my soul
into the most immeasurable shade of blue.
you don't want to talk so all we do is not,
why do you not love me?
all i have now is my body,
because you never really wanted me,
you just want my body.
