I actually kinda like this one...possibly.
lavender
it turns out
always gets what she wants
her dreams come true
&& princes become peasants
just for her
;
she rather likes this luck
the type that always favored her
it rather suits her
at least in her mind
;
sometimes she's called self-centered
but she just brushes it off
self-centered never bothered her
those simple words are meaningless
no one's opinion matters
because she's lavender
and she's perfect
;
it turns out, though
that those simple words
do matter
at least sometimes (when he says it)
;
the first time he said it lavender didn't care
she brushed it off
just as she did
with everyone else
she shouldn't listen to him
he's not as good as her
but he gives her a look
as if he was just as good as her
but he's not
because she's lavender
and she's perfect
;
he's seamus and he's much too hard to ignore
lavender tries to hold her head high
because in this world
that's all that will get her through
but boy is it hard
at least when it's him
and even though lavender was born for this
what once seemed perfect
now just seems
hard
;
she tells herself it's not self-centered
it's luck
and she's better
but still he looks at her
as if he was just as good as her
which he's not
because she's lavender
and she's perfect
;
once
when being perfect was everything
she was happy
but now it's all too complicated
;
still they fight
and slowly they stop talking
because now every thing ends in
self-centered
and selfish
and small
unsaid
goodbyes
;
she hates him sometimes
and maybe
luck
-the perfect kind-
isn't everything
because to seamus
it just makes you self-centered
;
but god,
how he looked at her
while she lay dying on the ground
just that once
as if nothing mattered
as if being self-centered
wasn't the end of the world
and as if she was just as good as him
