It’s here

And it’s unwanted

It’s here

And it does not knock

But rudely lets itself in

Like a disowned family member

Back to raise hell

It’s here and no more will perfection be seen

But instead

Every detail will be picked apart

Like a celebrity in a tabloid

It’s here and I can feel it

As my face turns red

And I hide behind my hair

The criticism that I hoped would stay away

But has found me once again

Just one more day I pled

For just one more day could the stars in his eyes

Shine so brightly for me, that they blind him to my imperfections?

For just one more day could he see me

Under lavish and angelic lights?

But alas it is here

The honeymoon period has ended

Just as the ones senior to us predicted

No longer will I wonder if there is anything wrong with this boy

And no longer will he do the same for me

Because it is here

And oh how it stings