She loves me, she doesn't love me, she loves me, she doesn't love me... The flower, with one remaining petal, still looks as beautiful as her. She is the one who people love, the one who they trust with their secrets and stories. She is the one who deserves to live a better life than how she is living now. I notice the little things about her, but I don't know if she's even noticed me. She has a beautiful smile. When she smiles, she brightens the entire room with her joy and beauty. She makes a Monday happy and joyful. She is smart, she is kind. She knows how to cheer someone up. But I am rough, I am coarse. I am the one they complain to. I am the listener. I am not the one she would love. But I walk into the school, trying to smile, trying to look as beautiful as she, but the tears always come. If I can take her sadness, take it into me, and leave her happier than even now, I think that would be my true happiness. I want to make the bad decisions for her. I want to be the one who suffers, if she can be the one who smiles. And that's why I'm here. To be the one.
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No, this is not about me.
But thanks for asking.
Thank you so much for reading my work! I love to write and to see people enjoy my writing is absolutely fantastic!
See ya later,
Kat
