Wednesday [The Painted Finger Nails..]

i have the prettiest pink nails ever.

but thats entirely irrelevant.

guess what?

today i stumbled upon some pictures of you,

and i had a moment of realisation.

i don't remember what it's like to love you.

i don't remember what it's like to know you.

i don't remember what it's like to feel entirely useless and inadequate about everything i do.

because of you.

i don't remember the person who was in love with you.

and that, right there, is the most important thing ever.

she didn't know who she was aside from you.

she had no friends because you hated them all.

she was quiet, alone, shy and unconfident.

she stifled all her creativity because it made you feel less important.

she would have given the world for you, and never asked for anything back.

in fact, she almost did.

she was a good listener, but that was only because she didn't know how to talk.

how to tell you all the things that were on her mind.

how to tell you all the truths amongst all the lies.

she took photos and bought cameras because you did.

she couldn't draw, she couldn't write, she never knew the right things to say.

she bit her nails, which you were always complaining about.

and i?

i have the prettiest pink nails ever.

my peppermint, my sweetest thing, you'll never lose, cause i can't win...