I don’t have tattoos yet
I hate to run
Exercise is okay but I would never say I am in shape
I am not pretty enough or thin enough or sharp enough
Ravaged by acne

I hurt now
You describe the perfect one
Who is going to find her
You have never seen a girl like her here
She does not exist yet

I want to be perfect
I can’t change by just wanting but if I could
I would run back home
I would sleeve my arms with everything we know
I’d be clear and shining
Bronze and toned

But I can’t
So I wont
But for now I’ll wait
I don’t know how long

I wish I could see it then
Could this be a repeat offense?
Or that final freedom
You make things sparkle
I feel mostly strong
Please stay for a little while
Just until I finish this…