love thyself
mirror, mirror
on the wall
who is the fairest of them all?
perhaps it is the boy who used to pinch me in preschool
thinking hitting girls was what made rugrat boys cool
the boy who threw woodchips at my face
to show he longed for my sweet embrace
holding my hand
or a peck on the cheek in a box of sand
an innocent time indeed
though I do decree
a pint sized pain in the rear is not for me
though I feel maybe there is a chance
my first love was one of deep romance
i was young and naïve with stars in my eyes
still plagued by my personality, mostly shy
he picked me up when I was depressed
and promised me my longstanding mental problems would soon be at rest
he swore he would slay my sadness like a scaled beast
to end my pain and win my heart at the very least
though instead he allowed his deepest desires to show
and a deeper evil began to grow
he spread my legs against my will
purely for the twisted thrill
i vowed if this happened again
i would take great pleasure in castrating him
come to think, maybe the boy who was in my freshman geometry class is the one
i taught him long division, he taught me how to have fun
long drives listening to the front bottoms in the rain
it was not long until the happiness turned to pain
he loved me only if I could stay the same
but growing up was to blame
time moved one, I changed
our love soon became estranged
there was soon another though
with a love he could never truly show
he became a friend and then something more
he was exactly what I was searching for
finally it felt like I could be happy again
but all he could ever be was a simple friend
he desired my body and picked my mind
but wanted more to do with a sixteen year old girl’s behind
my quest for love is not over yet
there are a few more I may soon regret
like the boy who was a basketball star
who told me what all my lovely qualities are
he held my hand and made laugh
but his crazy ex had a greater wrath
she told the star a wild lie
he called me on the phone in a great cry
he told me I have an STD
and he wanted nothing else to do with me
i still look for that wicked lying witch
i’ll be sure to knock the lights out of that bitch
now there was also that boy with the lifted Ford
but it ended quickly, I cut the chord
after I found out my lust is what he wished for
i told him I was no man’s whore
though he is still kind to me
his stupidity is all I will ever see
then there was the boy with one eyebrow
i cannot see why I was with him now
but at the time it did seem wise
because he had the most sparkling soft eyes
but other things were soft as well
and with this realization our love fell
he never could offer me endearment I desired
so naturally, as a boyfriend, he was fired
mirror, mirror
on the wall
you are the fairest of them all
a simple reflection you stand
but despite the heartbreak, you will make it by your own hand
because love is a hard and I do now see
the only love that truly matters, is the one I have for me
boys can be dumb
and our hearts will never be numb
it hurts to feel them break
so know for your own sake
love can be fun
but if you see danger in love, run
because love is for both you and me
but never waste your love on some dummy