if you're sweet to her and all she can consider is what bitter aftertaste may be in store, another wasn't so nice.I know I'm beautiful
once upon a time,
he told me that too
and I'm sorry
that I'm scared
because this pain is not something
I could ever allow myself
to feel twice
and I'm sorry
that when you flirt with me
all though there are butterflies in my
stomach
the wind is whispering
that you only wish to receive
what you can feel from me
and nothing more
and I'm sorry
that he didn't take my innocence
but more or less
my self worth
and I'm sorry
that I'm so scared
it's not you
it's me
