hey,
I... I just wanted to rant about her.
The angel.
She's an angel, not only in your eyes but for everyone.
Guys fall for her,
while girls envy her.
she was perfect.
yes, she is drop dead gorgeous
and yes she has a heart of gold.
No one can ever hate her, she was far to lovable and she never intended harm that's why he loves her. He would do anything for his angel. His angel.
She has the body to die for.
she has the smile that puts the world to shame.
She has the voice like music
she has everything.
While me..
every single day I look at the mirror in disgust, how could anyone love someone like me?,
My body, It could be compared to a can of sardines.
My smile, a lie
My voice, something people choose to never hear.
I have nothing.
I understand why he loves you, his angel.
You were the dream while I was the nightmare.
why angel?
why do you exist?
I envy you so much, his angel.
Angel, the guy who has your heart is so lucky.... yet he chose to repeatedly break you. You were a fool in your own way, his angel. A handful of guys would go through hell and back for you, yet you chose someone who will never deserve you.
Notice him, Angel.
The guy I had learned to love is on his knee.
Waiting for you, angel.
He loves you, more than he wants to.
Others see it too, how much of an effect you have on him.
Yes, I love him but he loves you.
All I could do is make him happy.
To see happiness and completeness back on his eyes was enough.
Enough for me to be contented, contented that all we will be is friends.
Angel, make him smile.
Make him laugh.
Make him forget the pain.
even for just a day, his angel.
You're his savior from the demons.
You're his light in the dark.
You're his air to his lungs.
You're his guide through the maze.
and most importantly,
You're his angel.
Be the one who shines in his life that I had miserably failed to do. I can't force you to love him, this is why I ask you a favor. Make him smile, a real one, a smile that would reach his eyes. I want you to make him , to make him happy....
This is all I ask from you, his angel.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts. | Incomplete
Romance"Maine. " my name "describe yourself, Maine" she said as she continue to write random things on her notepad. I smiled "depressed." "has bad anxiety." "tired." "full of thoughts. thoughts I so badly want to say to him." I wansted to say those thing...