poking at his rib cage i thought of all of the wonderful times ive spent with him not knowing that this would be my last time poking his rib cage i smiled and laughed in his face he loved me the way i loved me or so i thought and the betrayal finally set in when the messages stopped flowing in and the block on all of social media shocked me as well until my friend had shown that while you were studying abroad you were going steady with a beautiful french girl
I am beautiful, but not in the obvious way. I’m the sort of beautiful that gets absorbed in books and falls in love with characters because I can relate to them. The sort of beautiful that feels and aches in my gut for other people. That can sit for hours and write about why I love you. The sort of beautiful that can’t resist belting the lyrics to those songs, that has to contain excitement at the little things, because it doesn’t take much to make me happy. The sort of beautiful that has scars over my body, as memories of the rough times, that will cry from laughing at the tiniest thing. The sort of beautiful that just loves to sit and watch movies with you, that will never desert you, but understand if you desert me. I’m the sort of beautiful that isn’t very obvious. But it’s there.
This is an obvious one, seeing you is all I need to make a bad day good This is an obvious one yet you still do not know.
If we were a cookie you would be the chocolate chip goodness that bring absolute bliss as it melts. This’s is an obvious one yet you do not know, Words I should have spoken sooner; like the first roses are red on an awkward date or the first song sang to impress, true that violets are blue
This should be obvious I cherish every moment like it’s my last because seeing you smile, is a commodity, one only a few may enjoy.
Stars twinkle and cows may jump over the moon but you smile and I’ll smile too. This should be obvious.