Love is not blind anymore;
I worry about the things he can see.
He does not want to talk some more;
he wants me in bed on three.
I consciously mask my imperfections
so he’ll choose and stay with me.
He says my boobs and butt are small;
I think about increasing them by three.
Our boat is on rough seas
but all he wants to do is flee.
He says he wants freedom,
and she’s not me.
Wow, this is beautiful, especially the last two lines.
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Thanks a lot.
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Such achingly beautiful words!
Its written beautifully
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Thank you so much.
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