Too Pretty

Some girls are just too pretty.
They sparkle and shine
like sharp porcelain figures begging to be broken.

I am the clumsy child with the hammer skipping merrily about
Shattering their impossible worlds of perfume and cosmetic ads.

Later when everyone has gone to bed
pretend to be dying of some strangely exotic disease and they have all come to visit me,
but girls like them never talk to girls like me

I wonder if they even see me.


Some girls are just too pretty
they drift from place to place like falling leaves.

Beautiful in their time, but sinking slowly to the ground
with the change of season,


I want to be the old gardener who is paid to finish the job,
raking them into a slowly dying decaying pile,

all because some girls are just too pretty.