So I found her number saved on the back of a gas station receipt. Insecure and confused I just stared at the crumbled up piece of paper wondering if this is where it should end. I cant make you love me. I will never be her..but she will also never be me.
I am beautiful.
I am the definition of patience.
I am funny.
I am kind.
I am honest.
I am bright.
I am sweet.
I am thoughtful.
I am selfless.
I am loveable.
I am intelligent.
I am smooth.
I am me.
I deserve all the love.
I deserve all the care.
I deserve to be treated right.
I desereve to be told the truth.
I deserve to be at the center of your world.
I deserve to be fought for.
I deserve to be chosen. Every god damn second of every god damn day.
Do not do things to make me second guess these statements because at the end of the day I will somehow convince myself again that I. AM. WHAT. I. SAY.I AM. And your pathetic, unthoughtful decisions will NOT intervine with what I am and what I deserve. If YOU will not treat me the way i demand to be treated...then like a gentle fawn I shall leave this meadow.
