The boy was too brooding.
I think he did it to impress me
and to make me think he was mysterious
but all it did was leave me empty.
The boy was too handsome.
He was the type of guy who could roll
right out of bed and look perfectly perfect
and it infuriated me.
The boy was too athletic.
His muscles never failed to show
themselves from underneath his tops
and it made me self-conscious.
The boy was too quiet.
He wanted to prove that he'd listen to
what I had to say so he'd stare right at me silently
with eyes that pierced my soul like a knife.
At first glance, he was flawless.
He had the qualities I always thought I wanted:
Mysterious, Perfect, Muscles, Listening Skills.
Really, I just wanted someone like the actors on TV.
But that's just what they are: actors.