When you feel all alone
And a loyal friend is hard to find
Youre caught in a one way street
With the monsters in your head
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you cant face the day
Let me be the one you call
If you jump Ill break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
Youre not alone
And there has always been heartache and pain
And when its over youll breathe again
Youll breath again
To be told you’re not the person I’ve been lead to believe for the past year and a half. It’s hard to accept that you may have played me for a fool and everything you’ve said is lie to only be repeated once my back is turned and I can’t see the lies spilling out of your mouth.
How do I respond to something that may or may not be the truth? But how can I not when you don’t answer me when I ask you about it?
I feel my heart shattering with every passing moment.
I wish it was easy to say, but it’s not. I wish it was easy not to feel this way, but it hardly ever is. I wish you knew me for something else, for my brain or for my passions. I want to know what you feel about me, because I am so scared of the truth. I am afraid you think of me a silly little girl who only wants to know you because of who you are, but beautiful, you are wrong. I am not that kind of girl, I am a girl built of passion and bright colors.
You are beautiful, it’s as simple as that. Physically you are breathtaking. Mentally you are outstanding. You’re compassionate and passionate, beautiful, and soulful. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see someone and be able to hide it so well. Or maybe I hide it terribly and you’re taking pity on me.
But this is not some fangirl crush. This is not some silly little school girl crush. For I am not a little girl anymore and I don’t want to jump your bones. I want to know the real you, because I think you’re fascinating. I think you’re something worth working for and somebody worth knowing.
I am nothing like you. I am clumsy and I am small, while you are graceful and tall. I am musically illiterate while you are obviously well versed. I am shy and you, you radiate a confidence I wish I could possess.
Dear Beautiful, you are something from a dream, you are beautiful.