I am so ******* sick of never being good enough

Faces painted with colors that make girl's skin pop out.
Eyes large and done up with circles around them
Coverup hiding the blemishes that grew out of stress and fear
Legs shaved and exposed under the beautiful gowns

Smiles grow on their faces when they see their date; dashing in suits and winsome smiles.
Small flower pins added to their beautiful dresses

The night is ready.

Legs spin around and around as they twirl, smiles in motions and hearts race.
Sweat lingers down their faces as their laughs grow more.

The night is ablaze.
Everyone is smiling.

But only one question lingers,
*"May I have this dance?"

You're like a cold...

You keep popping up, everywhere;
your name flashes on my iPod screen,
your face on my Instagram feed
your Facebook account on the 'people you may know area'.

You
Keep
Showing
The
****
Up.

soon enough,

you'll realize your mistake

but

there won't be any acceptance

because it's too late.

i no longer want your remorse

i could easily find it

at the dollar store

without a million other

****** knock-off food brands

which made me sick.

i don't need another stomach-ache

from a fake apology.

At the first rumble of the thunder
You threw me to the grass
Kissing me deeply,
You knew you did not even have to ask
At the second dribble of rain
Your strong hands ripped my shirt
Stroking me softly,
I clawed at the cold, hydrated dirt
At the third strike of bright lightning**
You smiled at my body
Thanking me sweetly,
Our bareness was anything but gaudy