other girls always get the guys who
take the stars out of the sky for them;
guys who wrap their arms
and their love around their shoulders,
keeping them warm at night;
guys who kiss all their bruises better;
guys who’d go anywhere, do anything they ask.
i get the guys whose
rough mouths taste like cigarettes;
guys who only say they love me after ***
guys who don’t touch any other part of me
besides my body;
guys who keep in their shirt pockets a list of girls
and i’m always next to be crossed off.
and every day, i ask myself
why i’m not worthy enough.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
other girls always get the guys who
take the stars out of the sky for them;
guys who wrap their arms
and their love around their shoulders,
keeping them warm at night;
guys who kiss all their bruises better;
guys who’d go anywhere, do anything they ask.
i get the guys whose
rough mouths taste like cigarettes;
guys who only say they love me after ***
guys who don’t touch any other part of me
besides my body;
guys who keep in their shirt pockets a list of girls
and i’m always next to be crossed off.
and every day, i ask myself
why i’m not worthy enough.
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