I will always be scared that I am not beautiful enough for you, or if I am beautiful at all.
I will change what I'm wearing five times before I see you wondering which pair of jeans will make my body more tempting to undress. Tell me, is there anything I can do to make you think; he is so striking he makes my body forget that it has knees.
Write it in a letter and address it to all the insecure parts of me. My uneven fingers and my thin legs.
Your voice alone drives me to tears. Yours telling me I am beautiful. yours telling me I am enough.
Every decision I make comes down to what you will think of it.
You cannot leave and have me to. I cannot exist at two places at once.
Than you left.
You were not wrong for leaving; you were wrong for coming back and thinking you could have me when it was convenient but leave when it was not.
