I'm not the most beautiful woman in the world.
There's nothing about me that makes me stand out from any other girl.

I'm not the easiest person to understand..
I wore my heart on my sleeve before it was crushed by someone else's hand.

I'm one of the most difficult people to love.
I never let the real me be seen. I never let anyone close enough.

There was only ever one. One that I fucked up and allowed myself to come undone.

One I found I was drawn to from the very beginning..
The amount of wars I had with my heart.. never once was I winning.

He took from me something I worked so hard to act like I didn't have. He took it and ran without looking back.

I never knew a "missing feeling" could be so immense.
I never knew these types of emotions that could be so intense.

I need him in ways I cannot explain..
I fell for him in all the ways like I fell for the rain.

I knew I should've ran the moment I wanted him to be mine. Now I fail to write because I see him in every single line.

I am left to wonder, feel, drown in these thoughts of mine. He's probably out there in this world with no thoughts of me, doing just fine.