#prettygirlcurse
I hate giving you the satisfaction
of seeing me like this.
I called you at 3 in the morning
thinking maybe, for once,
I could still be something good to you.
Something useful.
But it was all ********
You used to call those girls stupid.
Now I’m one of them too.
Was I ever different to you?
Or did you just know the right words
for every girl who wanted to feel chosen?
You made me feel special
like it meant something permanent.
Like I wasn’t replaceable.
But where were you
when everything became real?
You said it was true love.
I think true love would’ve stayed.
Now I keep thinking
beauty is just another way to be consumed.
All beautiful girls think they’re loved.
The truth is
people love looking at them.
Not knowing them.
Not keeping them.
You become a body first.
A person later.
Maybe never.
I wish I were smarter than this.
Smarter than waiting.
Smarter than believing you.
My head is full of paranoia and doubt.
Every memory feels poisoned now.
I wish I had never met you again.
Some things don’t heal.
They just learn how to stay quiet.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 5:17 PM UTC