She stands 2 feet taller than me.
Shining, gleeming, blonde not a hair out of place
Not a blemish upon her perect face.
All smiles, stroking his arm
He smiles in response, all coy- stupid boy.
Your the one who makes her feel better about herself.
Not her price charming- and Im willing to accept you.
With all your faults, with all the shit you throw at me.
I can get past that.
I can ignore that.
But your not interested- too distracted by her shiney
light,
Gleeming from disco ball eyes to even notice me standing
there,
With holes in my pumps and tears in my eyes.
Im 2 foot smaller than her.