what bothers me

the most is not 

that she will never 

love me, not that 

she is blind of my 

feelings, but that

she is tossed around

like an old bag, not

needed anymore.

but she is, and now

she is starting to

see things for what 

they are, like how she

knows she is not beautiful

and she is trying to 

change that.

the girl i love

is not who she

used to be.

:::