I write poetry and sad things
He tells me that I'm perfect But he's lying through his teeth. Because no matter what he thinks, He still loves her more than me.
For My Baby
I dreamt of you the other night You were running to my arms. You seemed so innocent and held so much beauty It was hard to believe you were a rose made by two thorns.
I wonder what she'd say If she knew what you'd said to me I wonder if she'd leave If she found out you'd told me you loved me.
Dear Mum, I used to think I’d never change you for the world. I’d look up at you and think you were the best mum in the world. But when I was 13, that began to change.
If I Have a Daughter
If I have a daughter I will teach her to be strong. I will tell her she can take on the world And she will always win.
I run Far. So I can get away from it all, So I can drown out the voices in my head, That still tell me I’m stupid That I’m useless and unlovable.
My First Love
He seems happy with her. I’m glad. He deserves someone who’ll make him smile. I don’t think I ever really did make him happy. He didn’t make me happy. He used to make me feel dirty and small. But then I used to make him feel awful so no one’s really more to blame.
Elliot never lied I guess. He told me from the beginning about her. He was 32 and in a long-term relationship with a girl I’d only heard about. I was 18 and completely naïve.