Your eyes are too blue, your skin is too smooth
Your eyes could shine a little less, the Arizona
sun couldn’t shine so intensely.
The blonde hair is that of a Californian, perfectly
in place with the finesse of the athletically
obsessed. You’re so perfect, even to the attitude
that would shatter the glass you stand before
hoping the likes you get will number in the
hundreds, the comments thousands.
I post the happy things,
the mundane, the everyday. I post
these things and yet you don’t bat an eye.
The average things that people do,
you couldn’t even comment
the moment I post a stronger opinion,
or something bad that
you’re instantly commenting on what
you think is right and
not regarding what was actually said
or even if I wanted the feeling assuaged.
It seems as if you only care about the drama
And you think I’m
The shallow one.