this is what I get for being confident for being proud of my body for once inevitable sadness and the feeling of self loathing and also feeling as if I'm never good enough.
i killed flowers for you (they died) i killed daisies (to be specific) you told me you loved me (you lied) i saw you picking out roses i thought they were for me (i was ecstatic) you gave them to someone else (i died)
i hate to quote a song but they say that love is forever i hate to quote a movie but we accept the love we think we deserve i thought i deserved more i thought our love was forever but it was 2 AM and you left me **again