She loved the other people, in her other world. There was the boy who had a mind filled with ideas. She loved every word he said, every idea he created and every piece of attention he paid to her. She loved his exotic girlfriend. The girlfriend she was half afraid of. She loved this girlfriend's intelligence and was in awe of how every sentence this girl wove together was like a web of raw acumen. Though she shouldn't be referred to as girlfriend, she was a woman in her own right.
The naive girl needs no pity. But she receives it. She hates the way people look at her. She hates the way people treat her. She hates it.
I hate her skin and her hands. She has always been told she has ugly hands and I agree.
I am different to her. I dont lie to people, anymore.
One day he shoved her.
It didn't hurt, on the outside. But she bled on the inside.
I pity her, she was so naive. Everyone thought she was strong. When asked, she held a brave face up and smiled. But behind closed doors her tears ran down her cheeks. They didnt stop there. Down the face that was hit, around the edge of her chin to underneath her neck, brushing over the shoulder blades as she lay on her bed, naked.
She loved the other people, in her other world. There was the boy who had a mind filled with ideas. She loved every word he said, every idea he created and every piece of attention he paid to her. She loved his exotic girlfriend. The girlfriend she was half afraid of. She loved this girlfriend's intelligence and was in awe of how every sentence this girl wove together was like a web of raw acumen. Though she shouldn't be referred to as girlfriend, she was a woman in her own right.
The naive girl needs no pity. But she receives it. She hates the way people look at her. She hates the way people treat her. She hates it.
I hate her skin and her hands. She has always been told she has ugly hands and I agree.
I am different to her. I dont lie to people, anymore.
She loved the other people, in her other world. There was the boy who had a mind filled with ideas. She loved every word he said, every idea he created and every piece of attention he paid to her. She loved his exotic girlfriend. The girlfriend she was half afraid of. She loved this girlfriend's intelligence and was in awe of how every sentence this girl wove together was like a web of raw acumen. Though she shouldn't be referred to as girlfriend, she was a woman in her own right.
The naive girl needs no pity. But she receives it. She hates the way people look at her. She hates the way people treat her. She hates it.
I hate her skin and her hands. She has always been told she has ugly hands and I agree.
I am different to her. I dont lie to people, anymore.
wait, im pretending this is about me. what was i thinking?
id send you a picture of the ocean here in an envelope.
come for a week.
High School is a hell.
I'm almost out.
Yet a design major from UC Davis is more my style.
I think.
It's a want, it might not happen.
Who knows.
And thank you, I seem to do well with color. Unlike everything else.
for certain.
I am not a guy ;)
-rhia
i will stop making sexual comments to her now.
damn.
-sarah
you write beautifully.
'austere,' eh? at least its an intelligent word to misuse. heh.
take care.
I wish people mistook me for a guy. That would be FUN!