I don’t know how to be perfect...
Wanna Love You Twice
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I don’t know how to be perfect.
I think she likes getting hurt. I think she’d addicted to the pain that comes along with being rejected. I think she loves the pangs of not feeling good enough because that’s what she’s attracted to.
She’s attracted to people who make her feel like that. And how do I know? Because I’m not one of them and for this reason I am no one. I am not her favorite, I am not her first choice, I am not even her first thought.
Things have been this way for the longest I can remember. I try not to let it hurt me, but it still hurts.
I have been here forever, by her side. If she needs someone to talk to I am there. If she needs to vent her frustrations, I am there. If she needs someone to give her advice, I am there.
But in her eyes I don’t exist.
In her eyes I am nothing.
And I just don’t know how to be perfect.
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