explode, explode by Emily Davidsonwe all want to be
perfect, but it seems
i
want it
more than most
smiling, or not smiling
depending on which is appropriate,
flipping my hair,
batting my eyelashes,
it's enough to make me
explode, explode
into a fine dust made of
nail polish, mascara, hairspray, and
good intentions
because i just want
to be beautiful
but wiser than the rest
i just want to be
the girl who makes you sweat
the one who pulls the desire from
somewhere deep inside you
the one you can't tear your eyes from, but
also the girl who will outsmart you
in a blink
who will tell you what's wrong with you and you'll
know she's right
the girl you want to touch but
respect too much to do so
i want to be ideal
i want to be perfect
so that other women don't even exist
in comparison
but the wondrous thing
about perfection
is that it always so pleasantly
unattainable 08/04/2008 Posted on 08/05/2008 Copyright © 2024 Emily Davidson
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