The "bully's" POV:
Her laugh
her smile
her eyes
her voice
were so beautiful.
The way her hair
cascaded down her shoulders.
Her smile
when I made a corny joke
or serenaded her
with the cheesiest poems.
Her eyes
and the way
they would adorably crinkle
when she laughed.
I hate myself.
God, I say that to myself a million times a day.
But I do.
Every lie,
every kick,
every insult.
I deserve the worst.
And yet,
I am so lucky.
So lucky to have her.
I love her so much.
So, so much.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding
Teen FictionYou punch me. You hit me. You laugh at me. You call me a bitch. You say i'm a slut . You tell everyone i'm fat. You smile when I cry. And yet, I can see it in your face. You don't want to hit me. You don't want to punch me. You don't want to laugh a...
