An Equation of Perfection
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Perfect people are never all that perfect.

An Equation of Perfection

She was the kind of girl who sat

She was the kind of girl who sat and smiled.

She was the kind of girl who sat and smiled. Blonde hair that shimmered to gold,

She was the kind of girl who sat and smiled. Blonde hair that shimmered to gold, and blue eyes carrying specks of green.

The image of perfection.

The kind of girl who hid

The kind of girl who hid behind a cigarette,

The kind of girl who hid behind a cigarette, beautiful dresses paired with a wand of mascara.

The kind of girl who hid behind a cigarette, beautiful dresses paired with a wand of mascara. Rolling a joint in the bathroom

The kind of girl who hid behind a cigarette, beautiful dresses paired with a wand of mascara. Rolling a joint in the bathroom before heading to class,

high,

high, but more importantly,

high, but more importantly, numb.

Kind of girl who wasn't all that kind,

Kind of girl who wasn't all that kind, spitting insult

Kind of girl who wasn't all that kind, spitting insult played off as jokes,

Kind of girl who wasn't all that kind, spitting insult played off as jokes, maintaining perfection.

But harming herself,

But harming herself, physically and mentally.

Of girls who were funny,

Of girls who were funny, she was funny

Of girls who were funny, she was funny and he laughed to her rhythm,

Of girls who were funny, she was funny and he laughed to her rhythm, with the same twisted smile.

She loved him

She loved him in a broken way,

She loved him in a broken way, a way that ruins people,

She loved him in a broken way, a way that ruins people, runs from them

She loved him in a broken way, a way that ruins people, runs from them and fears them running first.

Who couldn't accept a complement,

Who couldn't accept a complement, she didn't believe it

Who couldn't accept a complement, she didn't believe it Maybe she'll always be

Who couldn't accept a complement, she didn't believe it Maybe she'll always be broken, in a simple

Who couldn't accept a complement, she didn't believe it Maybe she'll always be broken, in a simple hidden way.

By an equation of believable

By an equation of believable perfection.

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