Everything was easy with you, and I suppose that's why I loved it. There is beauty in simplicity, but there is nothing beautiful about a girl crying herself to sleep at night wondering where she went wrong and messed everything up. There is nothing beautiful about a girl staring into the mirror and only seeing every single one of her flaws and knowing exactly why she isn't special enough for you. There is nothing beautiful about a girl who hates herself because she was stupid enough to fall for every sweet word that fell off the top of your tongue. There is nothing beautiful about a girl deciding between all of her morals or the guy who makes her "happy". So I guess maybe loving you wasn't all that simple or beautiful after all.
YOU ARE READING
Splashes on the Pages
PoesíaI'm just pouring the thoughts out of my soul and onto the pages, hoping to leave a lasting impression like splashes of paint on a white wall.
