I hate myself
for wanting to be pretty
but even more, I hate the world I live in for
making me feel like I need to be
pretty
in order to amount to anything
but it's been etched into my brain
like the alphabet or "I'm fine, thanks, how are you?"
I guess I ran
out of words
when I stopped believing
that I needed you to love me back
sometimes I still think of you but only
in the moment between tracks on a CD
or at stoplights
or in the the spaces of light between my fingers
when I shield my eyes from the sun
but there are a lot of things I
sometimes think about
so maybe
you're not so special after all
just a speck of static
I clung to
when I had nothing else to hold
or when there was no one else
to fill the space around me
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
I hate myself
for wanting to be pretty
but even more, I hate the world I live in for
making me feel like I need to be
pretty
in order to amount to anything
but it's been etched into my brain
like the alphabet or "I'm fine, thanks, how are you?"
I guess I ran
out of words
when I stopped believing
that I needed you to love me back
sometimes I still think of you but only
in the moment between tracks on a CD
or at stoplights
or in the the spaces of light between my fingers
when I shield my eyes from the sun
but there are a lot of things I
sometimes think about
so maybe
you're not so special after all
just a speck of static
I clung to
when I had nothing else to hold
or when there was no one else
to fill the space around me
?
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