Beautiful Enough To Be Posted.

I hate the word beautiful.

I hate the way it rolls off your tongue and out of your mouth as if it’s something you truly understand.

If I was so beautiful to you,

If I was the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen,

If I was the girl you wanted,

Then why?

Why was I the hidden one?

Why would you provide me with all these endless compliments and still lack a single post of me?

Beautiful is what you’d say almost everyday and still nothing.

Not a single picture of me.

Not a single post of me.

Not a single trace of me lying on any of your socials.

It’s like you’d tell me the word was meant for me but never wanted to commit to it.

Was I ever really as beautiful as you’d make it seem?

Or was that what you’d say to every girl you’d seen?