Bryce

When people look at you, they only see you for your looks. While your looks are what drew me into you, it was also your kindness. People see you as this big, tough guy, but I know what's underneath all of those layers. Your voice is a song I want on repeat, I want the color of your eyes painted on my wall and I want your fingertips on my skin for eternity. You have passion and drive, and you don't think you are smart but I think you are. You don't smile fully because you don't like your crooked teeth - but I love the small gap in between your two front teeth - and your laugh is contagious and just fills up the room. But I know you will never look at me like you do with other girls. You look at girls who have the confidence to make the first move, girls with long blonde hair, girls who have faces you remember when just meeting them and girls who are not me. You have touched me with such grace that I can never forget, and I fell asleep to your rhythmic breathing with my hand on your heart. As I laid next to you - not even a space between us - I cried softly when you went to bed, knowing you could never be mine.

I think I like Bryce.

skinny

food will never taste as good as skinny feels. i regret the indulges i make after choosing to eat little to no meals. i can almost feel the calories slip down my throat. i remind myself that i've already lost 10 pounds, but thats not enough. maybe more guys will notice me. maybe i will feel better about myself. maybe i will be able to run better. or maybe that one guy might actually like me. i get happy when i can feel my ribs but i hate the way hungry feels. hungry feels skinny. hungry feels pretty.

i will never be as skinny as her.