Dismal

;(

two thousand and fifteen

I couldn't see

that when you called me

beautiful

it wasn't me.

in your eyes,

beautiful was finding a girl

pathetic enough

to get into bed with you.

I'm glad you're out of my life now

but technically,

you aren't.

because even though

i haven't felt

your touch

in almost two years,

I have scars

that show a timeline

of how many times

you made me want to die.

I hope you found a girl,

whether she's the girl of your dreams,

or just someone to fuck.

maybe

when the

scars fade

I'll see you

maybe you've

changed to someone

who i can be a friend to

but I'll never believe you

when you call me

beautiful.