Pretty.

People try to make life

about pretty things,

waterfalls and stars and

clouds that look like cotton candy

and sunsets

and grand professions of love

and apologies.

 

But life is not pretty.

Life is dirt on your shoes,

gum on the sidewalk,

dirty laundry and dirty dishes.

Life is braless Saturdays

and microwave popcorn and movies at midnight

with butter on  your fingers

and your fingers on your tounge

waking up with knots in your hair

almost lunchtime cause you stayed out too late.

It’s cakes that taste like playdoh

because you forgot about the eggs.

Life is messy.

 

It’s stupid pop songs that you hate

but sing along to anyways

It’s vomit on the bathroom floor

Sloppy kisses and onion breath,

It’s sweat and blood and swears

and laughter at vulgar jokes

that probably shouldn’t be funny.

 

Because people drown in water

and cotton candy is sticky

and clouds bring rain.

Love allows us to hurt

and apologies mean that something

went wrong, somewhere.

 

Life is pretty messy.