You were never much to look at.
Unless it was up close, heavy breathing eyelash kissing goosebumps kind of pretty.
And you laughed at me and i hated your loud laugh and everything else about you that was so loud.
You lived loudly you were loud; but being loud doesn't mean **** if being loud isn't being honest.
And if being loud is being the kind of loud people like to hear then its not being loud its just adding to everyone else’s ******* noise.
I'm talking about beauty, living with beauty and beauty flowing through your hair and your eyes as they looked into mine but then the beauty stopped the second you ran into me accidentally in a crowded hallway and pretended you didn't mean to get that close.
The beauty you might have had if you hadn't have been so ******* noisy.
The up close heavy breathing eyelash kissing goosebumps kind of beauty that you had with me, you could have shown the world in a loud kinda way this beauty, a goose bump chills kind of beauty.
But you said no and all you’ll ever do from now on is add to everyone else’s ******* noise.