I can't believe that I wanted to be pretty for you. You didn't notice. You never did, and probably never will. And besides, you should go about fixing something that isn't broken. It's not that I'm not pretty, I just wanted to hear it from your mouth. Oh, but I couldn't be him. You love him. I see how you look at him like he's already yours, and it hurts. It does. But there's a point where I'll stop caring, and it's fast approaching. By the time you've read this, that time has likely already come, and I've realized my worth (and your physical and behavioral resemblance to a rat) is much more than something you'll ever give me.
YOU ARE READING
poetry journal
Poetrythis will be a little dump area for all of my poetry. occasionally, there might be a few pieces from other artists i like/monologues from movies.
