Some people get to be pretty
And some get to be smart
I don't get to be either
So I have to fight with my whole heart

To some thinking comes easy
It's what their brain is meant to do
My brain is rather stupid
Even the simplest concepts seem new

Some people are dashing
Their looks speak beyond words
My looks wouldn't win first second
Not even third

Nothing has been easy
And that makes me tough
Cause I'm one hell of a woman
And all that fun stuff

Did you ever truly love me?
You sure as hell don't anymore

I know what caught your eye
Curved hips, dark hair and small dainty eyes
Aren't my eyes really something
You've probably never seen them though
Too busy looking at my chest

I love the way you call me baby
Sounds so sweet in your voice
The same voice you use on those 20 other girls
That's right I know
We all do, you're not really that clever

Well even if you're stupid at least you're cute
That silly smile of yours
And muscles for days
They really make up for the absolute lack of personality
But hey, at least you're a **** empty husk of a man

It's so sweet you're always willing to talk
Staying up late on the phone
Just get's tiresome with you always asking for nudes
I wish someone had taught you basic English
Maybe then you'd understand the word no

Hypocrite.
Bipolar.
Soul destroying.
One rule for you, another for me.
***. Kettle. Black.

The words I wish I had the courage to say when you carve away at my soul one word at a time.

The letter you wrote, it’s filled with you.
The letters of your eyes, the words of your lips.
I can feel your hands in these O’s and A’s,
the softness of your paper skin.
In this, did you ink out your soul,
you had dotted the I-love-you,
and crossed over to a tight embrace.
My eyes run again, and again,
Sprinting from line to line.
“This is you,” I exclaim, “you and only you.”
A lover I can tuck away into an envelope, and carry in my breast pocket,
A lover I can sit with at a table for one.
This, you have given me,
You, yourself, your whole.
Head to toe inscribed on thin paper leaves.
A gift it was, but bittersweet,
For a feeling so pure, I never have known,
but I cannot hold these words in my arms.

I was little
The first time they called me that word consisting of six letters
For trivial mistakes
For being a disappointment
For asking for help
I am insecure
I tried, but they broke my confidence
I developed a fear of failure
I tried, but they broke my enthusiasm
And it left a permanent mark

inhaling the third time, it hits me
giddy and careless, i smile
there's no where else i'd rather be
just here
with you
under this umbrella in the pouring rain
my clothes are still getting wet
but it doesn't matter
nothing does right now
nothing matters