#b.i.k.

this one goes out to anyone anywhere

∞ ∞ sweet boi ∆˚ Ω

I know ignorance is bliss, but you abuse it like a pig.

I pity you because I don’t understand,

why you don’t understand.

I look in your eyes and see compassion,

I feel your hands brush against mind,

Your breath hot, your hands rub against my thighs.

Our candid conversation set to an inappropriately accurate soundtrack.

My kind of woman, ya know?

We didn’t even have sex,

and yet i am hurt, because words hurt.

No matter how close you are to a person.

I felt it, I felt the energy,

there was no ignoring it, but I didn’t think much of it.

You came in like a roaring engine,

fires ablaze and told me what you thought.

Not pretty enough.

Tall enough.

Skinny enough.

Ugly on the outside.

Beautiful on the inside.

Like you’ve never seen.

I rocked your world the way it was rocked your senior year,

when you almost fucked that girl

who, “squirted like a fountain".

How can you want to be surrounded by my energy,

when you are blinded by my body?

My suitcase, the bag of flesh that has gotten me to where I am today.

More importantly, how dare I think about ever looking at you again.

Why should I engage with someone so stupid,

someone who can’t tell the difference between prettiness and beauty.

I’m beautiful, and it’s people like you who make me want to

crawl up,

shut out the world,

never wake up.

You’re the type of person who makes me sad for little girls,

sad for innocence lost,

sad for a time when they will see,

that though beauty means nothing, we treat it as the highest commodity.

And though you want to be with me,

I can’t help but wonder what

they’ll think of me. The whispers in my head.

How can she rely on someone who hurt her so badly?

Why would any self respecting person,

never let their wound heal?

And so I’m left with a difficult dilemma.

As much as it pains me to see you,

I want nothing more than to stare at your face.

And as much as I want to cry because I am not pretty enough,

I want to listen to you talk until my ears ring.

I want to hear you say all the nice things you think about me,

I want to hear you say how beautiful I am,  inside and OUT.

I wish, you had different standards of beauty.

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