Saturday
There will always be someone prettier than you,
smarter than you, faster than you,
wittier than you, funnier than
you, more charismatic than
you, more charming than
you. Better than you:
always. I can feel
your fragile heart
shattering at the
news, "You are not as
good as daddy told you," said
mommy. "But the sooner you learn
this, the bigger the chance you won't
end up like me. Regret is ugly, sweet--
heart. I was beautiful once, too."
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Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.
