He's so in love with all the things I hate

He’s so in love with all the things I hate

     most about myself

I always wished I could be more

     like the girls on my shelf.

But this is not a book

And he isn’t real

And it’s not romantic as I forlornly

     write down what I feel.

I cannot wave a wand and be magically transformed

I can only stand here and be drenched by life’s storm.

But I’ll be alright, it’s a fading pain

     No need to rush to save me

           Cause I quite like the feeling of my hair slick with rain.