It’s the way she talks, the way she walks
It’s how her hair flows in the wind
There are so many things I don’t know where to begin
Her smile, saying it’ll be worth while
Her eyes that glisten with mischief
Her body and curves
It’s how she acts that gets on my nerves
And of all the people of the world
You are the one I fear the most
I’m so afraid you will take everything
Then unconsciously you’ll boast
It riddles me with fear
You spark a harsh light in my heart
Pitting holes within my stomach
Tearing me apart
And all because I’m jealous
Jealous of only you in this world
And whenever I look at you I think
I’ll never be enough
Poem after poem I write
Trying to extinguish this fright
But my insecurities keep me company
You set me on fire with your “light”
I’ll never get over this complex
This deep rooted thing of you
Feeling Inferior and worthless
No matter how many say it’s not true
Because thinking of it always makes me feel blue
All on top with the fact that I’m losing you
***What a pitiful mess
Just lay me to rest.***
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 6:24 AM UTC
It’s the way she talks, the way she walks
It’s how her hair flows in the wind
There are so many things I don’t know where to begin
Her smile, saying it’ll be worth while
Her eyes that glisten with mischief
Her body and curves
It’s how she acts that gets on my nerves
And of all the people of the world
You are the one I fear the most
I’m so afraid you will take everything
Then unconsciously you’ll boast
It riddles me with fear
You spark a harsh light in my heart
Pitting holes within my stomach
Tearing me apart
And all because I’m jealous
Jealous of only you in this world
And whenever I look at you I think
I’ll never be enough
Poem after poem I write
Trying to extinguish this fright
But my insecurities keep me company
You set me on fire with your “light”
I’ll never get over this complex
This deep rooted thing of you
Feeling Inferior and worthless
No matter how many say it’s not true
Because thinking of it always makes me feel blue
All on top with the fact that I’m losing you
***What a pitiful mess
Just lay me to rest.***
-
I’ll never measure up to her
No matter how hard I try
All I do is meaningless
When in a moment she can ****** it away
Just like all the rest, over and over again
and the more she takes the more I break
Until I simply can't handle it anymore
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