Love expectations

I blame the media.

I blame the music.

For painting this beautiful picture inside my head.

Of what I should expect,

But I never receive in that form.

I blame myself for loving so hard.

And giving every inch of me away.

I blame the boys with the pretty eyes that stand a bit taller than me.

The boys that spilled red letters on me,

And left me with nothing but a stain.

-too good to be true