My eyes are cold as I watch you traverse through the crowded halls. You're happily chattering with everyone around you. Everyone but me. You're oblivious to my searing gaze as it follows your every move.
You seem so happy, so perfect, so wonderful. Everything that I am not, nor will ever be. I, the ugly eyesore, the disfigured fool who can offer you nothing but her beaten pride and worthless loyalty in return for your companionship.
There's no room for me in your precious little world. How can one so undeserving stand proudly beside a being so ethereal? You tell me you love me, you tell me that you want me. But how is this true if you can barely stand the mere sight of me? I know how you must cringe internally as you move in to kiss me chastely on the lips. I'm sure you want nothing more than to draw away as we wrap our arms around each other in embrace.
Perhaps I do deserve you. A liar. A whore. Your beautiful face seems to belie a heart as black and wretched as mine, nay, more so!
You were everything that I could've dreamed of, And as I expected, my dreams have warped and turned against me; A twisted parody of fractured hopes and broken reverie. Of course, how could you dare 'love' such a hideous little beast?
Lady_of_Razielim · Tue Oct 10, 2006 @ 11:47pm · 3 Comments |