She cannot be enough for anyone if she’s not enough for herself.
She hates her long nails, her long hair and the rest of her ******* femininity.
All she wanted to be was ideal for someone that she thought she cared for.
Does he hear her screaming through the ecstasy he feels when he caused her pain?
He gave her these beautiful insecurities to cut herself with as she thinks of him.
When it rains for hours at a time she remembers dreaming about how one day she would be one of those raindrops touching him in places no one else had before.
He led these flawless fears of starting a family with anyone else because she wanted him first.
She wanted him to want her first in every way she wanted him.
There’s this song that she listens to repeatedly because the dancing beats reminds her…
The way you would ravage her in ways no else can or will.
She’s disappointed in her younger self for being so stupidly naïve and tastefully rambunctious.
She will be writing her vows soon and years later will most likely still be at her desk writing a book she will finish about her many different ideas of love she thought she created with him.
She tells him that she’s happily frustrated with herself.
She’ll write novel after novel and hope to catch a little attention even though she has more than enough with her guy.