My Type

My type is the pretty boys Not the pretty as in they look good No the pretty as in they are an amazing person who everyone loves The type of person every little girl spends the night dreaming of My type is the boys with pretty eyes Eyes that sparkle and shine My type is the boys with pretty smile A smile that glows and doesn’t seem to have a design My type is the boys I know I can never last with The type that I know won’t end in a happy storybook ending Where the princess runs away and cries Where the story doesn’t end in a happy wedding My type is the boys that I know will eventually break my heart Because if I know it will happen it won’t hurt as much when it eventually comes The type where they say “I love you” then go date your best friend The type that says they are head over heels for you but 24 hours later breaks your heart. My type is the boys who seem sweet But I know, it is not the final story And are not my allegory