We should stop falling in love
with our dreams and ideas and thoughts
of the things we truly desire.

We get disappointed about the things we expect
but, goodness, we have no clue about what they really are.

We should stop changing ourselves
and turning into the characters
we've watched from romance films.

We crave the kind of love they have,
but, goodness, those are not real.

We should stop searching
for whoever's meant for us
if we'll only leave people with broken hearts.

We hope to find who's best for us
but, oh my goodness, we abandon hearts & souls for our next try.

We should stop living
in movie scenes that create
false hope inside our haunted minds.

We wish to exist in fairytale
but, oh my Dear, there are no fairy godmothers here.

Because, Dear,
There may be (or may not be) someone to save you.
There may be (or may not be) someone who always understands
There may be (or may not be) someone who'll be there
And there may be (or may not be) a happy ending.

Yes, there always may be, but there may not be, too.

*(And I'm sorry)

i so often find myself
looking for a home
in men, in work, in
menial activities, in
angry runs where
I lose so much
breath my
lungs feel
like they
are

bleeding.

but I find solace in books,
page 3, page 10, 56, 145,
230, I don't ever want
to lose myself, i imagine
it's a sign of weakness,
or the inability to deal
with reality but the peace
is so alarming, it makes me
want to cry.