Pretty: My Thoughts After Being Cheated on

January 5, 2016

you always called me pretty

that's all i ever was really

pretty

which was pretty nice considering she was only alright

since I was pretty and she was alright, I thought those walls I've been stacking brick by brick couldn't be knocked down...but apparently not...

but I don't understand if my lips are pretty why you'd ever taste another pair as if sampling flavors

or how my pretty waist wasn't enough for you to hold

I mean, why else would you bother wrapping your arms around someone else's....?

well

now I am pretty, aren't I?

pretty messed up and pretty sick and tired of playing the part of your welcome mat and letting not only you, but her walk all over me as you two head for that damned bedroom

but you know what?

without you, without that dumb weight on my shoulders ro maintain that pretty perfection...

I'm feeling pretty damn important now that my lips are the only ones he's thinking about when he's tounging her

and her waist will never be as sexy and pretty as mine pinned up against him, which he knows damn well

but now

I'm doing pretty amazing without you

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