10-04-2013, 04:20 PM
"It's not grief on me I'm worried about." She sat down, sticking her legs between the rods of the railing. "She literally worried herself sick about me a few months ago, I had to take over for her at the coffee shop. Had to lie and say I was her, which worked fine at the time since she hadn't dyed her hair brown yet." She chewed on her lip. "Besides, if she finds us out here, I can at least try to say we've been here the entire time," she added.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!