Because you're hoping you're wrong. And every time he does something that tells you he's no good, you ignore it. And every time he comes through and suprises you, he wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself, that he's not for you.
I'm not skinny because I love food too much and I don't wear fashionable clothes because my favourite colour is Black and I hate prints on my t-shirt. I don't listen to cool indie bands because I still heart Pop. I'm not that neat, I swear and I'm very rarely ladylike. I have zits on my face and scars on my body and my hair's only perfect once a month. I am no stranger, I am your sad reality that you choose to hide.
1 comment:
This sounds so sad.
Age brings with it the insistence to pursue what we are worth. I presume the recognition of that worth is a prerequisite.
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