Dreamed a different dream
"There's no way you would go for a man like me if you had options" He made me his muse his inspiration his reason for being he idolized my beauty and he chased the appreciation in everybody's lips until he came to expect it I had to pretend, I had to shine, even when I didn't want to my looks were the pedestal my soul, my words, my manners were second hand, they first belonged to someone else, it didn't matter no one had cared to know what they were everything in me other than my beauty were second class citizens the beauty, the look, the youth. it was eternal, it was a fantasy but did he ever love me? if I had a scar in my face would I lose all I have? my kids, my man, my wealth? was your love empty? was that the reason it did not fill me? was my beauty enough to fill you? I had to uphold your expectations so I stopped expecting much of myself nothing more than a pretty face was required. when you lay next