You Told Me
You told me i was perfect,
fine the way i am.
I was what you wanted
and everything you needed.
i ate a bit, felt comfortable
around you.
then i was self conciuos of
the way you never looked
or they way you never touched.
you tell me my weight brings
you down. FUCKS SAKE.
i put on a few kgs no more than 5, this brings you down
fuck give me a high five.
your not the one.. that stares at the mirror
feeling like im ugly
feeling like im fat.
this brings you down?
what exactly? seeing me with no top?
or huging me and me feeling just a bit too soft.
THIS BRINGS YOU DOWN.
well what brings me down is this.
Nothing too complicated.
nothing to big. just one simple thing. You!
Fuck this shit im hungry =]
by
angelictears7posted on 09/20/2009
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But there all quite similar topics maybe it's because they where written at once or because you are really passionate about this thing.
It's a good modern collection you have here but diversity is my only word of criticism.