I don't matter

Regret.

Of course he loved me. Right? These words catch up in my throat.

No. He didn't. He just wanted what was under my clothing.
I look in the mirror and wonder why. I'm ugly. Right? I hate my smile... My eyes.... My lips. Everything. "You fine as hell." He yelled when I asked why he even asked me out. "Really nigga'. Is that why." I growled.

"You have cake and boobs!" He whined. "And you won't share!"

"Well fuck you, Garrett." I said flipping him off