i used to be real tough.

i killed the spiders.  i’d scream ****** ****** while doing it but i’d **** them with my bare hands wrapped around a can of raid.

my pillows took the punches of my powerless days.  i showed my mirror the pride of my powerful ones.  

and my days were measured in buying the dress because it was ten dollars.  and not buying the dress because it was ten dollars.

and then you showed up.  

and you told me that my smile was a million dollars.  

and then i melted all over the ******* floor.

****.  what is happening to me?  i’m breaking out in a cold sweat.

somebody give me a bill to pay.  give me a meal to cook with only three usable ingredients.  give me a life insurance policy to read and a car title to transfer.  

me?  a million dollars?  wow....you really thi—SHUT UP

you need to shut up. with your biceps and your goofy cowlick.  

because i have a meeting to go to.  i have deadlines to meet.

and even though you called me a princess and no one has ever called me that before because i’m too big and tall and clumsy and loud and weird looking

hearing you say that made me want to be held, made me want to make you a nice dinner, made me want to wear a pretty dress and tell you about my most powerful and powerless days as you wrap your arms around me

me!!!

who used to be real tough