vogue
Oh vanity, you are quite the beast.
Nothing hurts like you, savage mistress. The moment I string the words style and comfort in the same sentence, you lose interest in me. I strive to live up to your expectations constantly, yet you cast a disdained glance and turn away from me. Anything less than creme de la creme fills you with abhorrence and disgust.
I can’t explain why it’s never enough. I look at you apprehensively. You bite your tongue. There is disappointment written all over your face. Head bowed, I walk away, painfully aware of your regret for being with me.
Nathless, you have already broken my love for the ordinary and reached under my skin to mend my shattered bones. Only perfection prevails. Nothing else comes close to your scrutiny, but I couldn’t breathe without it.
It hurts, oh vanity, but I love it.
~ sean j
