you used to look at me like i held the very world in my fingertips.
now, i am compelling to you only with my clothes off.
you say i am always on your mind,
and maybe that is true.
i am the afterthought, the second guess, the slight hesitation.
i am just enough to make you stop and think but
i am no longer enough to make you stop and stare.
you say i am beautiful, but how often will you say that
after you've seen me naked?
you won't.
because all my life, i have been taught that boys like you
only want one thing
from girls like me.
and that kills me, because i've spent my entire life trying to find someone like you.
YOU ARE READING
letters to lovers.
Poésiei have loved and i have lost. i have broken hearts and i have been heartbroken. this is merely just human existence put into words.