Take something as simple as grains of sand,
Look at it if you can,
Picture it if you must,
Now, understand that your life IS revolving around these insignificant, ugly,
Things.
Lemme ask you something
Is it beautiful to you?
Because when everything’s beautiful
Everything means something.
It’s quite the opposite for me.
What’s whirling around me is not for the faint of heart.
You may think you’re prepared but you honestly
Aren’t.
Under this pale, freckled covered skin and heavy, hair matched, eyes is a dull dying soul.
Living with a severed heart. What was once carefully mended from the past broken road.
So…
I see you’ve made a fool of me, yet again.
Does my sheltered being tickle your funny bone?
Give you that…ya know
Painful laughter. As if inside you is screaming
“How could I be hurting the one I claimed to have loved?!” I was your happy, I was your crazy, I was your
Beautiful.
You had your lame, unacceptable, pathetic, coldhearted, mean, conniving reasons. Don’t worry I understand. But I am no longer the little girl from your memories, so stop living in them…it intervenes from the
Now.
And now, thing’s aren’t so beautiful.