Dear Someone; a particular me,
I've been always thinking that one question when you said it's me you want, "Why me?" I always ask myself that, doubt myself rather. But it's something I seem to do when somethings you do seems impossible, as if it wasn't meant for me but for others- for them, those prettier girls. I know, I know.
They're prettier and bold, smarter and fairer. Blonde or colored, full lips or heart shaped. Skinny figures with the perfect amount of curves but then there me, a girl with too much; too much of everything. But then when I was the person before, three years ago, didn't you notice me then?
If I was prettier then, would you want me the same way?
Would you have that same desire burn when you see me?
Would you or could you me to my expectations, do I met to yours?
Dear someone; particular me, would you love me as me?
Yours insecure, me.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
