ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ( ғɪɴɴ ᴡᴏʟғʜᴀʀᴅ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs ! )

ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ

she wasn't mine
she wasn't my "baby"
she wasn't my "angel"
she wasn't my "sweetheart"
she wasn't mine.
she was someone else's
i'm not her everything
i'm not her go to
i'm not her cuddle buddy
i'm not her partner in crime
i'm just her bestfriend
i'm the person she comes to when her boyfriend hurts her
the person she comes to when she slips and falls off her skateboard
the person she can change in front of and not suspect that i'm looking or even caring that she is halfway naked in front of
the person she asks for helps to pick out outfits for dates
i am her bestfriend
i hate being her bestfriend
i want to be the one she gives soft kisses too in the morning
or i want to be the one who makes her breakfast on her birthday
i was to be the one she looks at and thinks "yes, he's the one."
but i'm not
and i'm sorry he doesn't treat you the way a real woman like you should be treated,
he doesn't call you beautiful when you're at your worst,
he doesn't call you his,
he's not good for you babygirl,
he's not.
i can treat you so much better
i could
i really could
i could play with your hair as we cuddle and watch movies
i could take you on dates as we stargaze at the sky
i could kiss your soft and tender lips
but i cant
all because of him
i love you y/n
i love you so much.