I fall for temporary things more often than not.
This high school relationship is not going to last.
This hair color is not going to last.
This music is not going to last.
We will break up; my hair will fade; something new will
replace these sounds quickly.
All these temporary things I’ve grown to love
are simple and stupid and they’ll all fall apart
just like everything else does.
Maybe one day I’ll fall for something
that isn’t so short-term.
Maybe that something will be a someone.
Maybe I’ll fall for someone.
What an incredible thought.
So strange to me, yet so common to others.
I’ve never been one to live up to the prince and princess
lifestyle or to search for my soulmate
in the eyes of handsome boys.