when i was younger
i was taught that
the man of my dreams
would come running
to me
only , of course if i met the requirements of
a tiny waist
and shiny white smile
and left the boys standing on edge
while the girls coward in fear
i had to be
perfect
but then i learned that
there was no perfect
and
that i was fucked
(3:09am)
(k.g)
