I don’t want these tears to fall
For they make puddles at my feet.
Wasted energy on an action I can’t beat,
Too many dandelions wished upon
Now I wish they were gone.

There I go, with more wishes
Silly little girl..
No faire will come to your aid.

I spent those endless nights,
Staring blankly into that sky
Thinking, Oh what a sight.
But the more I stare,
The more I start to care

Tears slide down my cheeks
And fall the their defeat
Of the cold floor.
When just like I,
Do they wish to be held.

Every time I think,
This may just happen,
Never, does it.
And I get left there,
Excreting sloppy seconds.

Breaking and crumbling beneath you.
Crushing, till air is not an option.
In need of glue..
When all that is supplied is tape.

Desperate for a permanent fix
Not some temporary hold with
Removable clamps.

I love you,
But I hate what you do to me.

I slip into this dress,
Very opposite from the loved jeans.
The creamy satin on my milky skin
Excites me.
Feels like fingertips, butterfly wings.

The wings of inspiration
Writing, ignoring the cramping muscles,
Being forced to perform at unimaginable speed

Those wings take me away as I spin
Spin like the little girl I wish I was again
Where I could dance on Grandpas feet and
never feel any pain that has been inflicted upon me.

I will be my own faire and fly myself away
To Evergreen forest
Surrounded by birds and insects
That will watch over me
While I sleep in bluebells
And drink the morning dew on the grass

I will free myself
With my gold wings
And lavender silk dress
Threaded together with strength

I will glue myself back together
Again