I see you walk down the hallway. Looking flawless. I see you wink at the captain of the hockey team in the year above. You think I don't realise but I do. I see him smirk and wink back. You look so beautiful but it's the dirty secrets you keep inside that kill me. I know I'm not the only one, I'm not as stupid as you think I am. You carry on walking towards me. Your hand gently tucking some stray strands of hair behind your ear. I see my bestfriend look at you for sometime until he says; "She's not good for you man." But he doesn't understand. I know you're slowly poisoning me but I seem to crave for more. Your skirt dangerously short, your shirt cut deep showing cleavage. I wish I knew how to get rid, how to get rid of the feeling you give me. You are wonderful. Amazing. Beautiful. Pretty. Stunning. Gorgeous. But that's only on the outside. It's on the inside that kills me. Your lies. Your cheating. Your untrue love. It cuts into my heart like a knife. Shoots into my skull like a bullet. Cuts off my oxygen like a rope. Either way I'm left dead after you come by. You think you've got me wrapped around your little finger. And you do. You don't care how you hurt me. You don't care how you make me feel when you text me that you can't come over when I know you're over at his house. You don't care how many hearts you break to get where you want to be. You're ugly. Horrible. Mutilated. Disgusting. It's on the inside so you think no one can see it. But we can. And it's what's on the inside that counts.
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Pretty Ugly
Short StoryYou are so pretty on the out side but it's what's inside that kills me. Written in a boy's point of view. Not really my usual work but I hope you like it all the same. Think of your actions, they affect other people.
