"ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ʟᴇss ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ"
you know, you
were prettier back
when your smile
was real. and your
teeth weren’t gleaming
so perfectly white.
your eyes — they
shone bright, radiating
sunbeams from your
face. but now the green
color I used to see and
love in your iris isn’t
so beautiful anymore. it’s
duller. I find that the
real you is slipping away
from me. so pinky promise
me — when you’re
you again, come
back and give me a
hug. because, really, I
don’t understand how the plastic
surgery could’ve changed
you so much. I don’t want
perfect — it’s unreal, an
illusion. I want you. only
you, Acacia.
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Comments (6)
This. Is. Amazing. Very poetic and deep.
I'm so glad you liked it! :)
That is deep and so beautiful
Thank you :D
Ooh this is sad...
:cry: yep