When you see me. Do you see a canvas? My body as a piece of artwork? You step close, and run your hands down the back of my shirt. One hand goes up the back as you start to pull my shirt off. I start to get nervous. Wondering what you are going to do. You slowly step back staring in awe. I wonder what you see in me. A new canvas?
You say "I can make you beautiful".
When I ask if you think i'm not beautiful, you give no response.
I ask again...... No answer
I step up to you ripping my shirt out of your hand and say "Well you know what. I don't need you to think I am. Because I am beautiful and all I need is me to believe that."
You say "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it that way. I love you and you are beautiful"
What is the truth?
YOU ARE READING
Love letters, Hurt poems
AcakCredit for my amazing cover to @SLKeys Ok so dont kill me. This book is kinda bipolar. I write when I am sad, feeling lose, lusting, in love, being happy, nervous, or basically any other feeling.
