A girl like her
Would spend hours getting ready
To meet you
With perfectly curled hair,
Daintily applied make-up
And shoes that cost more
Than my one-bedroom apartment rent.
I’d either show up in sweatpants
A bun, and disheveled, hastily applied eyeliner
(The only thing I can do, honestly.)
And the first pair of clean shoes I can find.
I’ve been too busy to do laundry, you see.
Or forget to show up at all
I’ll be working till the wee hours of the morning
To reach a deadline, finish a report.
So you’d leave
Saying how I have ‘messed up priorities’
And I’d smile and breathe a sigh of relief
Call me shallow, and I don’t know about her
But I can never make a person my priority.