Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2013
I wasn't your princess, not even your servant.
I was like the king in the next kingdom.
You memorized every wrinkle and tender spot
but you never asked how it made me feel.
your different.
your so close to being perfect
and at the same time
you make me feel like ive never seen the sun,
like ive never eaten food.
ugly.cold.hungry for you.
And i hate that.
mostly because i know you dont mean to
you call me beautiful.
but my heart just wont accept it
idk maybe it is you
or me.
either way this shouldn't hurt.
emily ann pittman
Written by
emily ann pittman
480
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems