He’s like a character in a book which is every girl’s dream, just like me. But no, he’s not just a cast in a story. Maybe the way he puts his thoughts into words, the way he speaks, the way he acts or expresses his feelings through his posts, his attitudes or the sweet efforts he made. I always dream and hope that I would find a man like him. Because all of his attitudes, no, not all, but some of his attitudes I want my future boyfriend to have--my ideal boyfriend; intelligent, gentleman, knows how to respect a girl, really knows God and many more. And I always fall in love with him once I read his posts. Sometimes, I get teary-eyed when I read some of his posts or feel like crying when I finish reading it and I don’t even know why and I am like asdfghjkl. He’s a real man. He had it all. He has this thing that when you’ll go back read to his blog you didn’t even notice that you’re falling in love with him. It’s like falling in love with a fictional character. Even though you don’t even know him.

I must overcome
myself.

I am filled with doubt.
I understand nothing.
It is all a game of pretend
and I pretend
hardest.

I define myself
by my attachments
and I
do not
listen.

I am
every
flaw.

Can you
see me now?

Naked
and ashamed.

Gratify
Me
or I
disappear.

And where,
oh where,
will YOU
Be?

And who
are YOU
without
Me?

two marbles blinked
and stared,
marveling at the wondrous visions
inside her mind.
the arches
of her brows,
so frail -
so concise -
furrowed like a busy caterpillar
longing for metamorphosis.
a shimmering wheat field of strands
caressed her
jawline so
graciously,
wild and free
just like her soul;
*wanderlust for an eternity

Look at how I've controlled your little mind
I find humor in when you think that without me you won’t please yours or any other eye
I can manipulate you into believing that in my absence that word pretty you will never define
Chanel, L’Oreal, Maybelline
what else of me have you  prioritized
of what I offer, you own a collection so wide
from your dresser
to your pocket
or in that bag you carry by your side
contouring so you can attain that distinct jaw line
or black winged liner to change the shape of your eye
why haven't you realized?
that you're gradually making me a necessity in your lives
though
of this you have no clue
due to your false judgment which has convinced you to assume
that your flaws should be hidden because they don’t make you, you
The richness of the colors I offer
will keep you satisfied
The cherry red on your lips that feels every breath
you take in
one smudge and you’re ready to reapply
why
do you act as if nature has done some sort of crime?
Let face it if there’s anyone who should be fined
it is I
for deluding you to ignore the innocence of your face
whose beauty you've chose not to embrace
and have resorted to me as your only escape
leaving  with what’s beneath to suffocate
making you confident
like fulfilling some need
only for a period of time
I succeed
so on me don’t be too dependent
for I’m just a temporary lie
step outside
keeping in mind
that true beauty radiates from what’s inside
don't take to heart on what they criticize
do not get used to me
because dear
I do not define

Talk incessantly.
Dwell on temporal affairs.
Ask friends for advice; ignore it.
Air out perceived problems constantly.
Respond defensively.
Never take criticism at face value.
Write off whoever won't humor you.
Accuse others of misunderstanding you.
Build your lifestyle on whims.
Presume entitlement to *** for "being nice".
Choose an inappropriate diet for your body.
Avoid personal responsibility.
Refuse to own your failures and errors.
Justify behaviors that create conflict.
Rationalize unfruitful thought and action at all cost.
Dismiss what contradicts your prejudices.
Compare yourself to Jesus.
Insist on your specialness.
Insist that others acknowledge it.
Don't communicate your expectations.
Blame others for your bad choices.
Fish for compliments.
Use sentiment to ply others.
Use sentiment to ply yourself.

Subject anyone to yourself
while the above applies to you.