two

The good boy stands in the shadows.
The good girl doesn't see him,
Or sees him as nothing to see.
Society shows her what she wants,
Society creates the image,
The image of the perfect boy,
The perfect boy with all the looks,
The experience,
The popularity.
And she follows the image,
Again and again,
And each time it doesn't work out,
It tears a hole in a fragile heart,
And each time she fills the hole in with another.
After all,
Maybe this one will be the perfect one, but
She can't find perfection there,
Not where society says to look.
After all,
Perfection is an illusion.
True perfection is only found in flaws.
But with each try, and
Each stab,
The hole in her heart grows larger,
And larger,
Until her fragile heart breaks.
But sometimes that's what it takes,
That shows her what she actually wants.
That shows her the cycle,
Not the image society protects.
And in that moment,
She knows.
And the lights slow down.
She looks to the side, and
She sees the boy in the shadows.
She finally sees him as something worth looking at,
The boy she has been waiting since second grade to find.
And in that moment,
True love is born.

Don't be fooled. Don't wait until your heart is broken.