i hate the fact that
they told you how beautiful you are. not because it isn't
true, but only because they used it as a way to get closer to
you. a shower of compliments that made you feel unique, made your
soul glow, and made your heart feel safe. only to turn around and
hurt you with
poisonous actions that don't fit all the sweet words. i hate
that they told you you're beautiful, because when i tell you
that you are, you remember the last time you were called
beautiful, and feel the opposite.
