Every now and then
we change our favorite songs
because that’s how often
We switch between love affairs
There’s an urge to live
a life so picturesque,
We’re made to believe
everyone is perfect.
Standards borderline unrealistic,
A time of thin waist, thigh gaps,
of darker-the-better lipstick.
of all-nighters and coffee naps.
Love becomes so easy to find
but the hardest to keep,
Where broken is considered fine,
Thinking that seldom goes deep.
We’re called millenials-
who do so well on “adulting”
and if it is still confidential,
We all have no idea what we’re doing.