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She held her head up high,
and wore her crown with pride;
Andromeda lifted her sword,
Screaming triumph to the skies.
would that I could pull down the stars,
and make you a crown from their bones.
void diamonds, while bright with moonlight,
are nothing compared to your beauty.
i ripped my heart right from my chest,
and burnt it on a pyre - as an offering to the gods.
so if you would care to love me; know that i deserve to heal,
that i am worth the time it will take - and more.
‘do not fall in love with girls like me’, she said:
‘we’re smiles and charm, worn jeans on skin;
but there is an emptiness inside us,
and we forgot how to be loved a long time ago.’

‘you’ll love me like you love the sun,
with wide-eyed breathless wonderment;
I’ll spin in circles until I fall from grace,
and burn the very heart from you.’

‘I’ll dance barefoot in the grass,
and sing a thousand wordless songs;
I’ll whisper prayers into your ears:
“I hope your heart might chose more wisely.”

‘do not fall in love with girls like me’, she warns,
‘not with girls who dream of yesterday.
not girls with starlight glinting in their eyes,
and sunsets burning in their souls.’

choose instead, to be loved as you deserve,
to find someone who’ll love you boundlessly.
‘do not fall in love with girls like me’, she warned,
it was, in truth, the kindest thing that she could say;

and yet, she found that fool chose to love her anyway.
do you know, that silly fool still loves me, even all these years later. i rather think I love him too, but shh, don't tell.
Francesca Grey Nov 2020
first, you lose your voice.
then you begin to fade; like the moon, as the sun burns it from the sky.
your sense of self grows small,
as if it's locked away, in a place between worlds.
you're not you anymore; just the ghost of summer as winter freezes the world.
i think this must be like the collapse of a star: silent, yet screaming.
and in space, there is nobody to hear you.
Francesca Grey Oct 2020
I could be your queen,
your starry night,
your midnight world and all the cosmos...
Yet all good things must end.

When the sun rises, I will fade,
disappearing into the dawn.
Weep not, I will return, once night emerges -
and the universe itself will sing.
Francesca Grey Oct 2020
I’m going to shatter like glass into a thousand, thousand pieces;
and then I’m going to put myself back together again.
Just like I always do. Just like the phoenix and the flame
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