I hate the word beautiful.
I hate the way it rolls off your tongue and out of your mouth as if it’s something you truly understand.
If I was so beautiful to you,
If I was the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen,
If I was the girl you wanted,
Then why?
Why was I the hidden one?
Why would you provide me with all these endless compliments and still lack a single post of me?
Beautiful is what you’d say almost everyday and still nothing.
Not a single picture of me.
Not a single post of me.
Not a single trace of me lying on any of your socials.
It’s like you’d tell me the word was meant for me but never wanted to commit to it.
Was I ever really as beautiful as you’d make it seem?
Or was that what you’d say to every girl you’d seen?
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Engulfing Light
I have not been very successful in quieting my mind this evening. I find that as time goes by, I find myself in deeper contemplation, in regards to the purpose of my life. I can say with certainty, that thus far, I have had a life, that with all things considered, has been a well lived one.
By Kaylon Forsyth3 days ago in Humans
Comments (1)
Relatable, and also sad..