the ice maiden

you
make me wistful
for myself

i buy new dresses
i get a new haircut
fish out the lost eye liner
stuck behind the heavy closet.
after trying everything.
when i finally belive that
i can face you,
once again facebook tells me
that i will never be
as ethereally dressed
or as effortlessly beautiful
as you

(perhaps it is just as well
that facebook is here
i would probably
not survive your aura
if i came across it
sudden and unprepared
in real life)

(when will i stop
holding myself up
to your standards?)