Eye candy

~ I'm pretty~

There is somewhere in our lives that we decide to stop believing.
And if this has happened to you, I hope you had come back from now of that way of thinking.

Every time I think that I miss you, the following pops into my mind:

Why did I kiss you?
What I was trying to prove?
Why did you decided to kiss me back?

We had this conversation and you simple answer was:

Why would I say no?

Were you expecting me

to back off? Why?

I was astonished, still am.
Because I believed what everyone said not so long ago.

What does he sees on her?

My confidence and my self-love were barely making it out of the floor.

But see, later galore.

You have ignited that thirst I had long along subsided with the physical void. I know you had noticed but decided to play along. We fooled around and doped our fun. 

Beauty standards are for the one to behold and believe you are eye candy while I'm food for the soul. I shivered under your touch, it made me so wanton.

But how forbidden was this because you and I won't be keeping this for long. Pretty lies with pretty kisses death combination for that so-called  "friendship"

Quiver along my spine when the ticking bomb was set in my mind.

I insulted you, gave you reasons to tell me to fuck off, you lied and broke my trust. We crushed whatever we got but there's no one day I guilt myself of why the fuck, no?

I'm enough.

I'm pretty much wild and sassy.

I got a thick skull and even thicker hair strands.

I'm fierce and honest.

So, why you all act surprised when I tell you, 

He found me pretty.

Smart and different.

I am pretty, outstanding and a forgiver.

So fuck off, give that piece of mind you were all wondering off...
Fuck off with your sorry asses,
Fuck off with your fake worries.

I take a break of all the whining..
I'm fucking pretty and sometimes that's enough.