I lye here near you as you dream,
Dream of things I am unaware of,
Possibly seeing the faces of your ex-wives I constantly am comparing myself to
I lye here as I wonder...
Do you really love as you say you do, or am I a quick fix for you?
I am reminded every day of the scars I caused myself that are now ravaging this body of mine
I dont have to be reminded that I look different than other women
I know this for a fact
I’m not perfect I know this, yet I try to be everything you want, everything you look for
I know nothing of your past life but you know all to well what I am all about
I feel as if I've got to beg and plead for details
Nothing too in depth
and even if it were, why should it matter?
We've been together for a year!