spitting in your perfect face

I have met perfect people
like you
all my life
your ong, straight, golden strands
framing a flawless porcelain face

I’ve met you
again, and again
always ending the same
you are too
perfect
and I’m far too
bitter
at you

and your beauty
and your boyfriend
and your job
and your car
and your father
and your jeans
and your
perfection

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