Maybe I’m not that kind of beautiful
dressed in red lipstick and black eyeliner.
I’m not beautiful in the sense of
defined cheekbones, full lips,
curvy hips, and shapely legs.
I’m not beautiful like the sunsets kissing the sky,
the stars outlining evening wishes,
the freshly picked flowers,
and the softly murmured I love you’s.
So maybe I’m the kind of girl
with pale lips and dull eyes.
But I hope someday,
someone kisses the sunsets on my chapped lips
and outlines the stars on my cheekbones.
I hope he waters the flowers beneath the flaws on my skin
and screams I love you’s because his love for me
is meant not to be kept in secret drawers,
but to be plastered in the sky,
on waters, and in the wind.
I hope he loves
the no make up, flawed,
clumsy, and awkward
kind of beautiful.
How I think I look in chemistry labs…
So you’re mad when you found out she started dating again? But the funny thing is, you’re the one who left her. You’re the one who acted like you didn’t want to be with her anymore. You’re the one who made her feel like you’re bored of her. You’re the one who made her feel like you didn’t want to be around her. You’re the one who made her feel like she was annoying you everytime you guys talked. You’re the one who made her feel like she isn’t good enough & doesn’t excite you like before. So, what do you expect her to do? Mope around and feel sorry for herself? Cry herself to sleep and wake up the next day feeling like shit all over again? Stop living her life while you get to enjoy your new single life? No, she wasn’t going to put her life on pause while you get to keep moving forward with yours. Don’t be mad while shes doing exactly what you enabled her to do.. And let me tell you she deserves a hell of a prize for getting over your ass.