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Upon looking her up,
via your Facebook page.
I see her pictures,
and so I think to myself,
"How could I ever compare to that?"
She is beauty walking on two legs.
She is the thing you keep asking me to be,
the thing I keep refusing to be.
She is what I am not,
and so I think to myself,
"How could I ever compare to that?"
I hear you talk about him,
and him, and him, and him,
the list ends and begins with "he,"
and there is never a "she" on the list.
And so I think to myself
"How could I ever compare to that?"
I had the wrong equipment between my legs.
Your love for me drifted away
while you realised that where it actually lay
was in everything I did not have;
flat chests, no curves,
masculine, not feminine.
And I so I think to myself
"How could I ever compare to that?"
Some days, every second you spend talking to me
is about her.
How you miss her when she's gone,
even for five minutes.
How sometimes you can't breathe without her,
how you dream of spending your life with her.
I'm happy, so happy for you,
even though sometimes my congratulations are a little forced,
and I'm sorry for that, it's really not your fault,
it's mine.
I should really stop doing that,
because she is everything you ever wanted.
And so I think to myself
"How could I ever compare to that?"
I can't change what my body has,
and that keeps me away.
As for the others, you have found people
that are not me
that I could never be.
They are everything I am not,
and that makes them everything you want.
And I'm happy for you, so happy.
I want nothing but for you to be happy,
even if I'm really not.
And so I think to myself,
"How could I ever compare to that?"
The answer is
that I can't
and I will never be able to.
Literature
Ziam Prompt #1
LIAM POV
I smiled looking at his happy face. I knew that later this would be a gif ourgirls would fangirl over. If only they new that. Knew that one half of Ziam actually felt that way. The thought of our girls made me snap back into reality, where the rest of the lads and I were doing a Twitcam. We were actually about to wrap up, since we had to go to the studio. The boys were doing quick shout outs before we left, so I joined in.
"Hi there, LiamLover92, lovely username." I said, smiling and holding my hands in a heart shape.
"Sorry everyone," I heard Harry say, "That's all we have time for."
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Literature
Wedding
"I'm afraid Harry, what if I mess up the words?", Louis murmured a bit scared as they were standing in front of the mirror, fixing their black and white bow ties and suits.
"You don't have to be afraid Lou, this is going to be all good, ok? You have nothing to be afraid of. We will make everyone proud", Harry replied softly and put his hands on Louis shoulders, looking at him in the mirror, a smile beaming on his face. "You are beautiful Lou." he added softly.
Louis smiled, his cheeks flushing a little. He would never get used to Harry's praise.
"Are you ready now?" Harry then asked and pecked Louis cheek with his lips. Louis swallowed, hi
Literature
Imagine: Zayn
"Lovely night, isn't it?" A tall boy is standing about 10 feet away from you, probably in his mid-twenties. The occasional car zooms past with blinding lights.
You gasp and become frantic. "Not a step closer! I'll do it! I'll jump!" You say desperately as you lean farther forward, hanging onto two metal rails behind you, keeping cars from driving off the bridge. He puts up his hands defensively without another word. After a long silent moment, you say, "What's so great about tonight, anyway?"
"Ah, well, look all around you." His British accent intrigue
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If this confuses you, it's about 4 different people. Basically I'm lonely and I'm falling off a bandwagon, slipping, backsliding, whatever. (not into drugs or anything if some of you just got confused, just a thing I was doing really good at that I'm not doing so good at anymore). That, mixed with the fact that I am really, insanely lonely makes for depressing poetry. If you read this and you know you're in it, like, you recognise yourself, I apologise for sticking you in a poem. It just kind of happened and I wouldn't submit this if it weren't for the fact that I kind of like it, so if you could continue talking to me after reading this that would be great, I'd hate to lose someone please and thank you.
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Awwwww my little doll..its beautiful :3