A Pretty Something Poem by Marijke McKinney

I only loved the idea of you
A pretty something
But you were just you
I should have seen it coming

You stood right in front of me
I kept on trying and trying
To make you into something beautiful
Couldn’t see you were already dieing

Scraping paint off the walls
You were all white underneath
Covered with colors from my eyes
A perfect painting of mine

I was a stupid girl
Clung to your shirt so desperately
This isn’t you, this isn’t you
I didn’t want to face reality

I was a stupid girl
Making up false stories
Between you and me
I dropped to my knees

You’re just a pretty something
A fake boy I set beside myself
I should have seen it coming