Oh, Soul
Where did you go?
I've searched for you everywhere
in good luck tokens.
I've been hoping to find you hidden in a patch of four-leaf clovers
or with the loose change beneath the couch.

I dream of being part of a world
that exists for only always-pretty girls
and their stencil-cutout smiles.

I long for a manic pixie dream life
like the movie adaption of a John Green novel.
Summer road trips and contagious laughter
the sky always a picturesque lavender at sunset.

That world doesn't exist
and I hate myself for wanting it.
I am just a lonely daring teen girl.

But even on those lovely Californian nights,
a manic pixie dream girl that has no movie for a life
cries
tears of naivety.