he said he was scared of commitment,
but he had tattoos all over his skin,

i guess he didn't see me as a work of art,
or maybe he didn't think the pain was worth it.

You are so much more than the number on the scale or the averages on your transcripts.

What am I
When our lips are miles apart
And the words
you whisper
Are not for me
What am I
When you run your fingers
Through the hair
Of an unknown beauty
One of many
What am I
When you give me wings
To fly away
but cut them off
As you please
What am I
When your eyes are blind
To the pain you cause
When you call me love
What am I
My love
What am I to you