you look nice today
even if you didn't have the time to do your make up this morning, you look beautiful ( this doesn't mean you are only pretty when you wear make-up, it's something society wants you to believe and I just wanted to clear that one up for you )
you are very sweet and although you are not made out of sugar ( you can sometimes bitch against your classmates ) you are sweet and loving
you look hot without showing your tits and I think that's quite an accomplishment nowadays, where every one looks no further than the curves on a female body, so congrats
although you are not what society has in mind you are fucking awesome just because you don't fit in, you rock and you don't like rock, you like taylor swift and she rocks too
i like you and even though i am typing this to myself i like you, person reading this letter right now, which in this case is me
you should like yourself
I love you like the roof loves the shutters
I love you like blue loves green
I love you like 'school' loves 'zone'
I love you like rust loves metal
I love you like an oak loves its twin
I love you like the Moon loves the Earth
I love you like a magnet with the same pole
I love you like a star-struck poet loves a muse
I love you like someone who has never loved before
and I've written it a thousand times, but I've never said it to you
because I love you like Darcy loves Elizabeth
and I'm scared if I say it aloud, you'll hear it.
for some reason
it gets harder and harder
to love her,
i think my mind is cloudy,
and my vision of her has been
so that i only see
the bad parts of her.
and i'm not sure why.
maybe it's because i'm jealous of her.
that she can laugh so freely and easily.
that reilly loves her more.
that everyone loves her more.
that she's skinny.
that her parents are nice to her and don't treat her like she's stupid.
that she has blonde hair, like i've always wanted.
that she's prettier.
that she has a place to belong.
that she can be so naive.
she's everything that i'm not
and i think
that i'm starting to hate her for it.
would you like me any less if i told you i don't have many friends at home? because i don't. they all decided to hate me. its a fun game, my favorite actually…the "lets hate eliza game" the "lets make her feel like shit, like she doesn't belong". god i love it. would you like me any less if i told you that I haven't been kissed sober in over a year? its kind of degrading…i guess I'm not pretty enough for non drinker standards. only drunk ones. would you like me any less if i told you that i don't have as much money as i let off. i mean yeah, my family does alright, but we aren't just floating in money. would you like me any less if i finally told the truth? would you like me any less if i admitted that I'm flawed? would you like me any less?
I like being alone
I hate being lonely
I like being quiet
I hate to not be heard
I like being a wallflower
I hate not being seen
I like being alive
But god, oh god
I hate this life
limitless hours through endless days, i cannot stand a nanosecond without seeing your metaphysical presence.
countless nights at the workplace keep me from you to know you are still there whenever i postpone..us! please i long to notice you near me to press you against my body to feel your soft silky tapestry based skin epidermis!