Beautiful
He told me I was beautiful today.
He laughed when I rejected his compliment.
He doesn’t understand that my actions and my reactions have stolen my beauty. He can’t fathom what ugly things these eyes have seen. He doesn’t know how many times this nose has gotten into someone else’s ugly business. He will never imagine what ugly words have escaped these lips.
He doesn’t need to know this, though. The less he knows, the more he stays around.
I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hide my skeletons.
Hopefully before my secrets rise to the surface I will be able to redeem myself, and he’ll be able to call me beautiful tomorrow.
Comments
i can relate to this so much!! i hope to see more work from you amy :)
Thank you! :) I started my job, and I’m working 12+ hours a day. I’ve been trying to write, but I honestly don’t have time.
– Amy Holderfield
I love this piece, I love your style, and I can relate as well. Stay real. I can’t wait to read more of your writing.
Thank you. :)
– Amy Holderfield
I like the economy. Neat organised staying with what yuou are saying. Skeletons or not that ability is beautiful
Thank you. :) I really wish that I could say something else besides ‘Thank you’ to show my gratitude. Haha. Thank you again, though. :)
– Amy Holderfield
I really like this Amy =)
Thank you so much for your support! :D
– Amy Holderfield
Amazing piece of writing right here. Love it. Keep up your work.
Thank you! :D
– Amy Holderfield