You failed me, you failed us. you got tired and didn’t want to fight for us.
I see it in your eyes— you’re insecure. You only think that you are beautiful when people say you are.
I know that feeling. I know the feeling of pain and betrayal.
I hope that you’ll always know that you’re beautiful; you always were, and you always will be.
I miss you and what sucks is that even when I see you, you’re not there. Even when you’re standing next to me, we could not be more far apart.
I long for you, even in your presence because you are here, but not with me.