His sapphire eyes
sparkled in the light
and received the attention of every girl in the room.
My eyes were dull
brown
boring.
His blonde hair
was impeccably straight
and soft to the touch of any hand.
My hair was frizz
an ugly brown mess
and never looked the same 2 days in a row.
His body was perfect
a football player physique
with abs hard as steel
My body was perfect.
The only thing I had to offer him, was my body.
Why do I expect more?
He uses me for my body,
and I let him.
Because
I will never measure up,
to a girl he could have.
I wish I looked more like him,
a girl that he could love.
He could never love me,
only my body.
I will still cherish that love.
Insecure
-J
About the Creator
On Winning and Losing
Recently, the pleasant surprise of placement on the Vocal Bonus Leaderboard sent me down a rabbit hole. Now, rabbit holes are a pretty common place for me to spend time, but I don't always feel the call to write about them. To be honest, the thought of sharing some of them mortifies me.
By Dana Crandell4 days ago in Writers
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