I'll be nineteen soon,
then twenty...
I wonder how far
I'll have come by then.

That age isn't so far away,
what's so special about it?
Nothing.
It's a number that signifies how far I've come.

That's about it.

Clawing precious time;
Making sure your name's spelled right;
I think I love you.

Sometimes it's hard to dismiss the constant clenching that takes place underneath my rib cage

What's even harder, is that my heart breaks all over again once I realize I am not always strong enough to fight for myself

As I sit here, on the edge of my bed, wearing your clothes, hugging the sheets and pillows as if they are you, the emptiness surrounds me..

What's the hardest though, is the fact that you're worth every little fight. And it's so ******* hard to look past that.

The fat friend
The ugly sister
The dumb classmate
The second choice
That depressed girl
The hated child
The *****
The ugly duckling
The girl that will
never be good enough..

You could tell me anything
And I'd believe you always
"Rebecca you're left handed."
"Oh, I never noticed, really?"

"Oh, wait..."
Yeah, I'd probably fall for it.
I'd take the bait,
but it's only because I trust you,
and believe the things you say.