Excerpts from a story I'll never write

death till us part

I want to find who I love
Who is someone I will drool over
Death till us part
Does such a person exist?
Boys have been much romanticized by literature
Put out to be molded perfectly
The worst part is our standards are made higher
Almost impossibly
Especially with all these fuckboys walking around
All the while we are expecting a full bouquet of red roses at our doorstep
What shall we do with this madness?
Shall we find the right ONE or learn to settle and realize that nobody is perfect, even the most perfect of all people.
In relation to the latter, always remember to never settle for less than you should be treated
You are a princess and stand up tall,
Don't let your tiara slip, or tumble
And never allow your flower you own inside to wilt or wither
Remember your loveliness you carry around
And to strut, never tip toe around people you believe have a bigger worth