She let my hand lay in hers
as she tapped it firm and rhythmal.
I knew I needed this moment with her,
but could not look her in the eyes.
She started.
You think you don't deserve true love.
I smiled. I'm such a walk-around cliché.
*You put on this act of *** godess
because you feel that's the only way to get male attention.*
Now I just sound like a ***** I'm not that weak.
You think every man will leave.
Boo-hoo, ******* bridget jones's diary
Because he left you.
That hit me.
Suddenly I was crying.
Not just tears, it was crying at its fiercest form.
I was howling,
every gram of pain dripped out of me.
She held me.
I felt clean.
I repeated after her.
Even though I'm afraid of being left alone again
She kept tapping.
I accept myself
I looked at her
and I love myself
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
She let my hand lay in hers
as she tapped it firm and rhythmal.
I knew I needed this moment with her,
but could not look her in the eyes.
She started.
You think you don't deserve true love.
I smiled. I'm such a walk-around cliché.
*You put on this act of *** godess
because you feel that's the only way to get male attention.*
Now I just sound like a ***** I'm not that weak.
You think every man will leave.
Boo-hoo, ******* bridget jones's diary
Because he left you.
That hit me.
Suddenly I was crying.
Not just tears, it was crying at its fiercest form.
I was howling,
every gram of pain dripped out of me.
She held me.
I felt clean.
I repeated after her.
Even though I'm afraid of being left alone again
She kept tapping.
I accept myself
I looked at her
and I love myself