Breaths catch, God almighty

They whisper “He is Adonis…

And she an Aphrodite…”

 

She wears her makeup with rawness

Him clad in a sports coat chain mail,

Glances scream “All eyes on us.”

 

Beauty, a vicious Holy Grail

But we are trapped in this tower 

These fours walls created a fairytale

 

A misconception from which he cowers

Punching reflections, shattering glass

Cut me from this gripping power

 

The pressure to be perfect, first class

“You have a great body, so trim.”

Other girls gawk and make a pass

 

You think I must be happy with him

And I am, but he isn’t with himself

Nothing works, not scripture nor hymn

 

So I put my happiness on a shelf

Every want, whim, thought, his way

I put my life in a box, no light, by itself

 

For some reason I stay