my life has always been a balancing act
but you've gone and broken my scale

flipping pennies
into wishing wells
i still hope
for you

s.s

you were mine
but all i wanted
was to hear you say
that i was yours.

you did nothing wrong

i broke my own heart
in believing
you’d be different this time
that you cared enough
to stay

s.s

"She was an
unusual dresser.
Every night,
she wore bruises
on her heart,
love on her lips,
pain in her eyes,
and ink on her fingers.
They called her poetry."

a prince
on a white horse
regal clothes
and admirers galore

you are but
a fantasy to me
something unreachable?
even worse
something simply unreal

i am stuck in the real world
and here i know
you will not come to save me
you do not have a crown
guards to protect you
or a kingdom to come home to

but little do you know
even when you have not come to me
you have saved me
again and again and again
with your voice
your smile
your story

you are the main character
of a fairytale
and although we are stuck
in different realities
you are still a prince
to me