i glance at her.no wonder you chose her.i was never beautiful enough for you.
i wonder maybe if i was you'd love me the same way you love her.
i cut deeper into my skin still telling myself,«why?why was i never enough?»
but of course i get why you would like her.
i mean she's perfect.
And me compared to her speck of her perfection is dust.
i stare at you and her and i just wonder what it feels like to be in love and be loved back.i wonder how it feels to have your hands intertwined in mine.
And honestly i don't think i'll ever know because i'm just
not beautiful enough.
//YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.SO SO BEAUTIFUL.//
YOU ARE READING
Inkables
Poetryhere is where the words get out,here is where i get to shout. [inkables isn't a real word so no you cannot use it in scrabble.also beware,lowercase is fully intended because it is very aesthetically pleasing.don't say i didn't warn you.]
