a sunset
is still a sunset
even through a broken window
right?
a girl is still bright and colorful
even if she is broken
right?

from the beginning of our lives

we are pure

we are innocent

until you get your first scraped knee

or broken bone

your skin and bones are no longer pure of imperfection

these imperfections go from one thing to another

one by one

you slowly become more and more impure

until one day

that boy

the boy you thought loved you

loved you the way you loved him

gets what he wants

taking your last form of purity from you

and leaves

leaving you with impaired judgment

you are no longer pure

you are imperfection

never good enough
never good enough for the one you thought was enough
never enough for the rest of the world
even with your pretty face and long hair
that still will never be enough
never good enough
you will never be good enough

You love him
but he loves her
what more could you do
than envy the one
that took his heart
from your hands
she's happy now
but he is not
because his heart belongs
to the girl
he didn't actually want