The beautiful demise.

The beautiful blonde walked out the door ignoring all the eyes on her, it was a feeling she knew well

She knew they were watching her body move as she walked, she hated this feeling of being watched

All the watchers were unaware that she had no confidence within, & all she really cared about was the one set of eyes watching her

She could feel the eyes watching her & felt a little more special, skimming up & down her, appreciating her movement even though she tried to hide her figure

She knew it wasn’t just because of her beauty or swagger, it what was inside her that was loved the most

The scars, bruises & marks she knew all to well, the ones that always reminded her, how love can be deceptive

She knew these wounds no matter how deep, were loved no matter how much she despises them, they were apart of her, they made her who she is

Remember she says to herself, that I am loved, not just loved who I could be, for how I look, loved for being just me

An unconditional love she reminded herself, the kind you only dreamt of

I am the one written about, she said in her head, I am the one she chooses to love, she chooses to let into her soul.

That is enough, enough for me to know & feel deep within that I am enough.