It’s hard to feel little cracks in my heart begin to appear, with the impulsive words you always seem to speak. Harsh words are spoken, and suddenly your heart is filled with sorrow. Watery eyes gaze at me in tormented guilt as if the words were daggers in your throat. So this is what you meant, when you said you were spent. This is what you meant when you looked me telling me I’m not the perfect girl. You looked at me and told me you cannot show my body of to your friends, you’re embarrassed my body isn’t everything you want it to be. Is it supposed to suddenly escape my mind, fly away with steady wind? Words flow into me molding themselves against the edges of my mind.