she can't start over with someone else.
because he will buy her food expecting her to eat it,
not knowing that she's way too picky. he won't appreciate the way she mumbles, he will just ask her to speak up. he won't think the baseline between her neck and face is beautiful.
he'll see the many knots in her hair and think my god that's a mess, but i think my god she's perfect...
he'll notice that she wears the same few t-shirts over and over and probably pick on her for it,
but i love it. i love the smell. i love her. i don't want his lips where mine used to go.
i don't want his hands where mine are supposed to be.
i don't want him to hear her god awful singing, that i completely adore or get to experience her hood playlist and hear her rap every song. i don't want him seeing her at 8 am,
when she's all natural and bright eyed and bushy tailed. he won't know where her scars came from or why she flinches everytime someone moves towards her.
i don't want him to notice the way she's always to break down. she's so strong.
i don't want him wiping the food off the corners of her mouth every time they go out to eat.
i know i mess up, and don't treat her how i am supposed to but i can't see her move on and let someone else treat her better.
i can't let anyone know her the way i do.
that is my girl. and that is my person.