I Feel Beautiful

If I really was beautiful... He would be falling at my feet. Loving to be with me, begging to do anything but sex. I've let him go now, I have a boyfriend. A wonderful, amazing boyfriend. But I can't stop... Thinking about him, that is. He's constantly on my mind. I'm trying to help him, get a job with my father. Maybe I could see him more that way. I just wish I could say hello to him. Without him look down my shirt, or complimenting my ass. I love him.
I love him.....
It's crazy.

I don't feel beautiful.

I feel like a wasted piece of meat, that men can feast their eyes on.

Because they know they can tell me they love me.

And walk away.