My Amusement Park of a Brain

her devout optimism was only good while it lasted. she was passionately nostalgic and saw the past through crystal glass; the present could never reach such high standards.

she would throw extravagant parties for a party of three. the rest would never show. she would gaze at a billboard that read, “BEST PLACE ON EARTH,” only to go and find it merely average. [average was not enough. even good was a let-down.] she learned the hard way that falling in love is not made of sparks and spells, not even if he loves you back.

she would put band-aids on her bruised shoulder, then she’d let herself bruise her knee. she held onto her optimism like it was all she had ever believed. she lived fantastic lives in her head, where she got everything she thought she wanted: kisses with sparks, parties with boisterous laughter, travelling to beaches where all her worries would wash away.