pretty boys break hearts

ashtyn

I can't see the beauty in my bad complexion and chipped fingernails, but he does.
"you make my happy." he said.
I never understood how. even though, he made my heart skip beats and bumps and bangs. he made me feel beautiful, something I'm certainly not.
"you are beautiful."
he was such a lovely liar. he'd lie about my long eyelashes and the curly baby hair on my neck. but his favorite was about loving me. so I'd just cry into his shoulder, inhaling like he was a expensive perfume, I knew I could never afford. one day he saw my eyes overflowing; "oh, you look so pretty when you cry."
I waited for him to leave. like the way you wait for nightmares to come and steal away your dreams. I thought it wouldn't hurt.
then it did.
it was a mnemonic hurt that lived in my lungs and only came out as sobbing lyrics. it was a hurt that began in my toes and shattered 3 ribs to get to breaking my heart.
it screamed in my ears:
pretty boys break hearts..
I carved it in my leg so I wouldn't forget