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someday you will find the person to call you princess
see it radiate through the blush of your cheeks
your hushed laughter muffled by your hand
the way your hair disobeys your constant tucks and twists
behind your delicate ears
the gravel in your voice that never shifts
the way clothes drape on your curves; never cling.

Princess will be your name,
the way your match describes your smirks
and the way you twirl the jewelry around your joints
how you write your names together
and the doodles you do in the margin
the way you play with broken nails
and stroke your forehead when you're going to weep,
your lover will look longingly at you
and your perfect regal ways
will leave him thinking
my,
oh my,
oh my.
?
what makes me so unappealing?
is it the way my thighs briefly touch then curve
only to meet again?
my crooked smile?
tired eyes?
the way my hair curls and winds?
my attaching heart?
my small, needy hands?
my glistening blue eyes?
the wishes in the fallen eyelashes that I neglect
to brush from my cheeks?
my age that doesn't reflect my maturity?
the gaps in my brain that can never be filled?
my skeptic heart?
my pulsing wrists perhaps?
my slender neck that curves too late?
the crevices from mountains on my cheeks?
how have I become something I promised not be be?
why do I lack what other girls have?
where have I gone wrong?
I refrain from sleeping,
not because I don't want to rest,
not because I don't long to relax,
but because I dread the empty space between consciousness
and slumbering bliss.

the moments where I evaluate
every single wrong,
relationship,
reasons to be turned off,
and the lengthy time that lies ahead,
how I get from here to there,
and the way tomorrow will flow.
if only I could slip into your little mind,
peer through your world,
understand each thought,
and your annoying vacancy,
to know how you see me,
the feelings you have,
before it's all too late,
and misunderstanding leads to us
and our departure.
waited twelve hours for your reply,
the space between us slowly grows,
you across the sea,
and me on a speck of land,
even the miles between us,
cannot show you the length of my love,

twelve hours creep by
lost seconds drift,
as I clutch the casket of my device,
longing for your name to glow,
have you forgotten?
has your day become too full?
these questions I cannot answer,
and I will most likely never know.
I love you more than gentle rain,
to clutch you more than jabbing chest pain.

move with you like time with the elements,
you eternally in my presence.

to care for you more than the last flower,
for your touch to empower,

the sun to be your pigment,
whilst I just stay a tiny fragment.
a fizzle which fades,
submerged in rainbow colours,
that continue to froth and spread,
bubble and pop,
filling the tub,
a burst of elation,
a rainbow with it's *** of gold,
just you and I,
in this luke-warm water,
the heat turning me the colour of ruby,
my eyes turquoise with the surprise,
so divine,
a tranquil after math,
this bomb has now exploded,
the ****** has been reached,
and the come down has begun,
each colour slowly fades,
as my feet return to the bathmat ground.
he had sad eyes,
and dusty insides,
she didn't fit,
and never wore a true smile,
the only thing to lift him up,
was the pluck of a string,
the simplest way to gain some joy,
was for her to listen to a gravelly voice
riddled with pain,
both so alike,
compatibility like no other,
but he built a barricade,
and she encased her heart with a tall,
impermeable wall.
which meant they would never collide,
and instead spent their lives in passing,
completely and utterly alien
in our little sphere
we like to call home.
Why do you crave another girls attention when you have all of mine?
why do you not see the care and passion in my eyes?
the fire in my heart,
desire in my soul.
how am I not enough?
I will never fulfill you're being,
you will always search for more,
but this is all I'll ever be,
and I don't believe I am what you long for.
leaves dance with ease
from the autumn trees,
and float delicately with the breeze.

a whirlpool of brown,
and faded green,
will all drift away not to be seen.
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