Written for the women who have been hated by some just because they are beautiful. For the ones whose intelligence and warm personalities went unnoticed.
No one feels bad for her
because she turns heads,
gets the glances, the stares,
the attention, but from whom?
Not from ones who want to love,
to care, to be with her always.
Only from the ones that want
her body. They pretend to want
something more, until they break
down her defenses and she lets
them in. Then they take what
they can get, all of it, for as long
as they can get it. And she lets
them, although she gets nothing
in return besides the hope that one
day love will blossom. But then
out of the blue, they leave with
excuses that there was no spark,
no connection, trying to console
her with how beautiful, cool,
and sexy she is. Words that mean
little in a game she cannot seem
to win. So do not envy the
pretty girls. They are tormented
in ways no one imagines. By
meaningless affairs and deceiving
words. By looks of lust, but not
of romance. They are plagued with
broken hearts, and emptiness.