Everything You Have Ever Wanted

She’s sitting right across from you and she’s everything you have ever wanted.

She’s clever without being boastful.

She’s funny without being rude.

She’s charismatic without being pushy.

 

And boy she’s beautiful.

 

She’s everything you have ever wanted.

And she’s close enough for you to grab her and never let her go.

But instead you sit there and stare as she writes,

because she’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

And you can’t mess up the relationship you already have.

Being “Just friends” can’t be that bad.

 

But inside you are dying.

Caught between “What ifs” and your feelings.

What if she laughs at you and leaves?

What if she looks up and you with her clear blue eyes and says,

“This wouldn’t work, you know that.”?

What if she doesn’t hear you the first time

and you have to try and tell her again?

What if she doesn’t say anything at all?

What if she says yes?

 

But deep down you know you’ll never say anything.

You’ll never reach for her no matter how close she is.

The “What ifs” will win the battle and your feelings will stayed buried.

Why would she feel the same anyways?

 

She’s everything you have ever wanted,

And you’re stuck in a dream.

Some sort of twisted fantasy

where the boy gets the girl just like the movies.

But she sits and writes,

right across from you.

 

What if you kissed her, right now,

without any warning?

What if that only works in the movies?

What if you drop her off at home, only to come back

hours later with flowers and a stereo over your head?

She would like that right?

 

She’s everything you have ever wanted.

She’s loving without being clingy.

She’s trusting without being distant.

She’s courageous without being dangerous.

 

And boy she’s beautiful.

 

Maybe the “What ifs” won’t win,

And your feelings will see the light.

But maybe denial is easier than rejection.

And living in a pretend movie is better than reality.

 

She’s everything you have ever wanted.

And she’s within reach.

But if you aren’t careful, her illusion will shatter.

And you’ll be without your make-believe fairy tale.

 

She’s everything you have ever wanted.

Which must mean she’s too good to be true.

 

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She Was Beautiful

She was beautiful,

Like stars in the sky.

Yes,

She was beautiful.

 

She was a product of self judgement

And media perspectives,

Manufactured each morning,

To destroy

The traits she’d rather not have.

 

She was beautiful.

Like flowers, fresh

And free.

But at the end of the day.

A flower is the most beautiful lie.  

 

The inspiration for this piece came from a quote writing journal activity activity that we did in class as a warm up one day. The original quote was by Arkaye Kierulr and her piece called “For Example a Flower”. I got inspiration in the lines, “For Example: A flower is the most beautiful lie.” In class we had been looking at spoken word poetry and had just listened to one that discussed media and body image. The ideas that were talked about really had hit home for me, but not in the way that I was going to be able to create something following a similar direction. However, when I got this quote, themes of a lie being presented through beauty was the first thing that went through my head.

I think that majority of our world is obsessed with looking being the person everyone looks at when they walk in the room. In reality, it’s not important like people think it should be, yet it has become a priority in most lives. People are becoming manufactured, we are becoming products of our environment, so that we make perfect versions of ourselves. Yet, the world has learned how to hide things from others splendidly well to the point that if we don’t like it we can just erase it. However, beauty like this is a lie, made to help people portray themselves in the best light possible. The only flaw with this is that humans are supposed to have flaws and quirks, and making them go away altogether goes against human nature and tends to set off a warning signal in others heads. Something seems wrong.

To me, people are set on looking like they have their lives together even when they don’t. This idea of manufactured people behind the looks and actions, though they might seem perfect, aren’t always as amazing as them seem, which is what I’m trying to get across in this poem.

 

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