Him, Again.

Here we go again-

Same story, same boy.

He's amazing,

breath-taking,

and he's everything that's on my mind.

But she's

BETTER.

She's

PRETTIER,

FUNNIER,

MORE TALENTED.

She's everything i'm not,

and he wants THAT.

I write,

So much,

so hard,

tears stream down like rain.

I feel as if,

even though love is just a game,

a game I can win,

SO MUCH-

I'll never win HIS.

It's weird,

Feeling like you're never enough,

even when the world tells you otherwise.

It's hard,

looking in the mirror,

Telling yourself you aren't worth it-

YOU AREN'T WORTH HIM.

But you know,

something I know I'm worth?

Something I owe to myself?

a few more cuts.

That'll heal me...

won"t it?

 

The End

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