Most of the time he's the easiest person in the world to talk to
At the same time there's instances where I can't seem to get a word out
I've told him the stories behind my scars
Tales of losing my way
About how Halloween takes me back to a dark place
About the boy with blue eyes who shattered my sense of self
Blurring the line between reality and illness
But when it comes to things like the future or how I really feel
The words flood my mind but die on my lips
Questions about why I'm not enough swirl around in my head
A chorus of voices, chanting
Demanding their truth be heard
"Its because you aren't pretty enough
You don't make him laugh the way she can
There's no deeper connection
She understands him in a way you never will
You can't take away the pain behind his eyes or cure his broken soul
You're nothing but a distraction
A temporary vice
What do they say?
A tight fuck?
A little slut?
When he looks at you he only sees her face"
But his actions say otherwise
His kindness is unlike anything I've ever known
He sees me for who I am
A bundle of insecurities
A mess of madness
A being made up of weakness
He pushes them aside
And for a second I almost forget
It feels as though my broken heart has finally mended
When I wrap my arms around him
And he pulls me in
I shut my eyes
And whisper his name
And in a low voice he says...
Rachel
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