He Never Called me pretty

He never called me pretty 

I was never called pretty, or beautiful for that matter 

It was all on physicality and things that were outside of my control genetics had a lot to do with my body and my soul 

He never called me pretty or complimented my brown eyes even when the sun hits them just right 

I wondered if he really wanted me in his life 

His mother loved me and his family kept me by their side but continuously time after time I get tired of being his life line 

Was I not enough ?

Was it because I didn’t smoke or drink? 

Or because I am who I am and no one can can change me

He never called me beautiful 

It was alwys about baking a cake that’s made for me but really for his face 

I didn’t mind the things he said I wouldn’t have Minded being in his bed with my head laying on his chest as we rest 

Not necessarily having my legs spread but just cuddling and talking to keep me from regret 

He never called me gorgeous 

Or told me that I was perfect 

He made me feel like a queen when he wanted me in his sheets but was that my only purpose ? 

He never called me beautiful and so I think I’m not 

A boy who I thought would’ve been mine made me cry and whine and want to give up on love because he only wanted lust

Trust him with my body I must

He never called me pretty 

So now I want validation from him always , even when he doesn’t want me .

I yearn for his presence and his hands to touch mine but will that fill me for two minutes than be over like the supposed great love he was to my life 

I tried and I tried and I tried but he never called me beautiful or made me feel alive I cried more tears than a bird who can’t fly 

He hurt me like no one ever did 

said he didn’t say the stuff that he did

 he’s a liar and a cheat but all I can say is that he never called me pretty ,

 nope

 not even to this day  so 

it is with a heavy heart that I say. He may never have called me pretty but someone will and until that day comes, my heart, mind and body will be still.