I’m ugly but I’ll treat you right.
this one pours loneliness from his eyes and into my lap.
this one does not see me, he sees a girl.
he sees opportunity to rearrange, “fix me”
"all you wear is black, seriously?"
"you should throw on some color."
and it was at this fucking moment i knew, he was completely full of his own shit.
he sees a warm vacancy in my chest, and he wants to dive in and fill it with his opinions. nah.