Ballet

Ballerinas are beautiful.
They're graceful,
tiny,
strong,
and flawless.
They keep dancing even when their feet are bleeding.
They define perfection.
They move so effortlessly even on their worst days.
No matter what drama is going on,

they don't show it on stage.
They're everything I want so desperately to be.

From this moment on, I swear I won't stop until I'm perfect.
Even if it means dying.
Even if it means losing everyone who doesn't even want me anyway.
Even if I never make it.

Because who can't love a girl who's beautiful?
A girl who's tiny?
A girl who's strong?
A girl who's flawless?

He'll love me.
He'll want me.
He'll keep me around.

I'll be his only one this time.
I'll be able to keep him all mine.
I won't get hurt this time.

I love him.
He loves me.

By May 30th, I'll be perfect.