For Me
the softness of his eyes
the messiness of his hair
the sweetness of his voice
the bigness of his nose
the goofiness of his smile
but all the prettiness can be masked by ugliness when he is rude
the cuteness of his smile--
evaporates
the niceness of his eyes--
diminishes
when he is mean--
it can be a simple word or phrase that cuts me to the core
she says not to take him too seriously--
but I take these things to heart
I let them affect me too much--
because of my past,
because of what's happened to me
he needs to stop--
it's slowly killing me on the inside
I feel the real me drifting away--
and the person he wants me to be coming out to play
I'm not perfects and I can't live up to his standards
his bars are set to high for me
but he never looks at himself to see--
that he's not the perfect man he portrays to be
he's angry
I need him to stop
because it's killing me
I need it to stop
because his eyes aren't so pretty when he says these things you see
I need this to stop
for me.