pretty boy

it came on in the car

he smiled and said

'that's you'

me? a pretty boy?

he meant it.

'yeah, you. you're a pretty boy.'

and i wanted to tell you so badly

he calls me lovely girl

and pretty boy

but you're not here

i wanted to tell you

he lets me fight

my own battles

but still holds me afterwards

while i cry and cry

but you won't listen

i wanted to tell you

he doesn't tell me i'm perfect

he notices how i'm growing

but you don't care

i wanted to tell you

he rolls his eyes at my

terrible jokes

and goes on to make his own

but i tell other people now

i wanted to tell you so badly,

but i don't anymore.

because this isn't about

how much i miss you

it's always been about

how much he loves me

~mj