im not the ordinary girl that takes time out of her morning to put makeup on and do her hair

im not that girl that has nice clothes and dresses like a model

the girl who has the nice jewelry and the big money

im the kind of girl that will get up and put my hair in a bun

get dressed in ripped jeans and a big shirt

and put on the 99 cent rings on my perfect little fingers.

every day, i sit here thinking about what im gonna do next
or whats gonna happen next

everyday i wake up knowing that im just going to end up in this bed, alone.

everyday i think to myself, what would happen if i never woke up the next morning? what would you feel?

i want to hear everything
everything about you
and your stories

your lies
your memories

i want to hear you

i knew you so well
the tone of your voice in the morning
your footsteps when you walked.
your body

i knew your face like the back of my hand.
your dimples always shined from that huge smile of yours
your brown eyes and curly eye lashes were my favorite
they reminded me of little kid eyes
your scar that you dont remember what you did is on your left eye brow

your muscles always showed
your collarbones were my favorite
they were perfect for you

your body was perfect.
perfect height, size.

perfect for me,
and i wish that it wasnt perfect for anybody else but me.