It's a really eye opening moment when you realize that you deserve better.
I found myself settling for lust over love,
because that's all I've ever received.
I've never been the skinny girl, or the pretty girl,
so I never saw myself worthy of receiving true, unbridled, wild love.
It's scary finding yourself in
situations where you know,
wholeheartedly, that you are being used.
Used for companionship, comfort, confirmation,
or simply in times of alcohol induced lust.
I am nobody's toy.
You cannot pick me up, play me out, and toss me away when you get bored.
I've realized that I deserve a bit more.
A bit more than being a secret.
A bit more than being someone you are embarrassed to admit you caved for.
A bit more than your 3am Saturday night liquor kiss.
I want to be someone's Sunday morning.
Someone's arm to hold while walking down the street.
Someone's pride and joy.
Someone's beloved.
I'm sorry.
I'm over you.
xo,
K.
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