Years of
staring at yourself
in the mirror
have flawed your mind.

You've never been
smart enough
pretty enough
good enough.

You yearn for
true love's attention
but find that every man is
Prince Charming
at first glance.

You ignore the
sour words
that burn his mouth
when they roll of his tongue.

True love is a load of ****.

You are
so
entranced
by the arms of a man
as they hug you
jokingly.

You subject yourself
to fools gold and
mockery.

You fall in love
with every man
who looks at you
without turning away.

Too in love
with the thought of love.

Stupid girl.

True love is fiction
we cannot turn to fact.