everyone says...
i have a perfect boyfriend.
he loves me,
he thinks about me all the time,
he puts me first,
he cares about me,
im supposed to be as blissful as heaven.
yet they dont understand.
everyone thinks that im the devil.
i hold a pitchfork, have horns and a forked tail.
what if im the one actually hurt?
no.
to them, im not the one.
im loved totally.
how bout me??
where am i??
im not hurt??
i dont love??
perfection.
