listen up, ************
The last time I saw you,
a year ago,
I was weak.
The sight of you
made me sick to my stomach.
Terrified of who you made me,
into some pathetic girl
that needed someone
that needed to
be loved by someone
anyone.
Terrified that I would become who you wanted me to be:
The girl that would rather let someone tear her soul apart
than be alone
But I am not that girl.
**** no,
I'm not.
Things have changed since you saw me last, ************
I am too gorgeous
and too strong
too independent
too energized
too spiritual
too funny
*too loved
to let you mess with my head
or my heart
again.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
listen up, ************
The last time I saw you,
a year ago,
I was weak.
The sight of you
made me sick to my stomach.
Terrified of who you made me,
into some pathetic girl
that needed someone
that needed to
be loved by someone
anyone.
Terrified that I would become who you wanted me to be:
The girl that would rather let someone tear her soul apart
than be alone
But I am not that girl.
**** no,
I'm not.
Things have changed since you saw me last, ************
I am too gorgeous
and too strong
too independent
too energized
too spiritual
too funny
*too loved
to let you mess with my head
or my heart
again.
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