Who'd wish to be her?
She seems to always panic,
Her interests appear mundane
Just boy bands, romance novels, matcha latte.
There isn't anything spectacular,
It's not cool to be basic,
To consume content sugary and plain
To merely wear beige, white and grey.
I always sparkle with glitter
Always strutting with justified avarice.
My likes, clothes layered with latent intent
My way of life is intense, done with taste.
Yet I wish I could be her
Because it's her you're with
The one who's laid the claim
She's the one, the lover in your gaze.
Wherever, whenever, I should be better
Always striving, forever a romantic
Always putting and getting the work in
Yet the stick I draw is shorter,
My state is never better, always manic
This state of loneliness, forever trapped in
Because she's taken you away.