It's so hard to find inspiration.

Feb 12, 2010 22:09

Pain. This white sharp stab at my heart. When you smiled me off and looked at him. I had poured my heart out for you, and only you. But you... you couldn't see could you? I had ignored how much your eyes sparkled, so mischievous when you're with him, so distracted with me.

We had spoken to each other so easily back then. I'd help you with your homework. You would tell me all the problems you had at home, how much you hated your perfect brother, how empty the house was every day. You'd tell me how much you hated him every time he failed in class but still grabbed everyone's attention. Everyone's affection.

Why do you see him, only him? Nothing could take your eyes off of him, even when I know it hurts you. Even when he kisses some random girl way too drunk to push him away, your eyes are for him. Only him.

Why him? Didn't he avoid you when you tried tell him? Didn't he mock you for being perfect? All for him.

Hadn't I stood by you while he flirted left and right, oblivious of you and your stare? Why aren't I enough.

Why?

I know you don't love me now but if you'd just give us a chance. I'll even dye my hair, cut it. I'll buy contacts if you need it. Just please give me a chance.

I'd cook for you, clean for you, anything. I might not be good at it but I'll learn. Just please look at me.

Only me.

Please

fail

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