Manic Pixie Dream Girl fingerpainted rainbow on a flat canvass, you are cardboard pretty.
Like this pastel-colored cupcake you once saw on television with sprinkles and little marshmallows on top something you know you can never taste but still thought “That must be delicious.”
One-sided postcard With a beautiful scenery at the front and empty surface at the back No words to tell No stories to give Just a vacant lot.
Manic Pixie Dream Girl I’ve always thought you were beautiful. with your colors spilling out of your being and your smiles that could light up anybody’s world I’ve always thought it was like peering through a kaleidoscope And you were a perfect symmetry of everything a little boy could ever dream of. So as I grew up I dreamed to be something like you. And for a while, Without really meaning to I was something like you. People often told me, “You are so pretty.” “You are nice and funny.” “You have a great smile.” “You are fun to be with.” “You are different.” and guys liked me. They adored me. most especially when I exist only for them. When I am there to pick up the pieces and make them whole again.
But manic pixie dream girl I realized I am no dream girl I am just—
me.
I feel ugly most of the time. I eat a lot when I’m sad. I am very impulsive. I give irrational comments. I have temper tantrums when I don’t get what I want. I get scared of the dark. I cut when I am hurt. And there are days when I just want to sleep and disappear forever.
I am no dream girl. I am just a real girl. Trying to make it out alive in the real world.
I am not a navigator meant to save lost boys. I am not a box of crayons meant to grow smaller as I color this blank page of a guy I am not a white glue meant to disappear once I am dry I am not a bandage meant to heal wounds on careless little children.
I am not supposed to be a fantasy I am flesh and bones I am human with ribcages that are meant to crush with the weight of a broken heart I have lungs I can breathe on my own. I don’t need a broken boy to feel that I have a purpose in life.
I am my own destruction. I am my own salvation. I am no dream girl.
Please wake up.
Manic Pixie Dream Girls are usually static characters who have eccentric personality quirks and are unabashedly girlish. They invariably serve as the romantic interest for a (most often brooding or depressed) male protagonist.