I grabbed the flower with one hand
And it's thorny,
painful
and blood-drawing stem
with the other.
"Here" I gave the better of the whole to him
To the one who told me I looked amazing
When I woke up.
Who said he loved me
When he didn't.
Who didn't even try.
"Here" I gave the thorny,
painful
and blood-drawing stem
to him.
To the one who
Wrote to me just because he wanted to
Who didn't take me for granted,
He who loved me for me.
"But why?!" He shouted
"Because you said you'd do anything for me" I replied, with the sweetest of smiles.
And then it rained,
Because his eyes?
They were my everything.
And yet, and yet
I walked away,
As I deserved nothing.

I hate how long its taking
for this world to realize
that beauty is everything.
"Work hard, and you'll be successful"
is what they say.
"Be beautiful, and everything will work out for you."
is what they should say.

And no,
No one gives a ****
on how many sleepless nights you spent
hating yourself.
On how hard you tried.
On how well you understood.
On how much you compromised.
Because you are what you always will be;
Unworthy, unloved
and
Ugly.

You know, my objective
Was to steal your heart's gaze
To come close, close and closer
For the victims slow pace
Shouldn't find out
That it's indeed, a race
Between your sight
And where my hand finds home
At your back with this sharp, sharp blade,
Neat and tight.