I melded my crown
Out of the metals I used to cut myself with
I dyed my dress
With the blood that once was a weakness
I painted my face
With the warpaint and tears I used to cover my fear
I forged my heels
Out of the glass that shattered me
I used to be hurt, weak, scared, broken
But now I am regal, strong, brave, resilient
-no amount of tears could take this new feeling away from me

Nobody would’ve guessed
That the girl crying in the garden
Would grow the most beautiful flowers
Watered by her tears
They grew to protect the girl
Pricking anyone who came too close
Making sure their princess
Was never hurt again
-she was, but the plants aren’t to know that

“I’m not like other girls” she says, though not with the air of superiority
“Oh?” He asks, intrigued at the aspect of dating someone unique
“Other girls are magnificent
Individual
Beautiful
Intelligent
In all different ways
If I were like other girls, I would think much more highly of myself”
The boy steps back, aghast at such a statement
The girl smiles at his reaction, before turning to her girlfriend sitting on the other side of her
“Silly of him to think I would ever fall for someone who doesn’t think that you’re the most wonderful person to walk the earth”
-the plot twist we all needed

The thought of you
Tastes bitter on my tongue
But not as bitter
As the thought of me ever being with you again
You sit there like a piece of fruit
Rotting away the longer you’re in my memory
Never being sweet enough to satisfy me
Never juicy enough for my mouth to water at the sight of you
YOU were a fool to think
You were ever enough
For ME
-you aren’t quite ripe

“You’re beautiful” I say
For lack of a better word
Because how can I only describe her as so?
She’s what it feels like to feel the sun dance upon your face
The wind gently rustling your hair
The glowing of wood lit aflame
Candles flickering while the windows rattle from wind

She’s the beginning of the Star Wars theme at full blast
Hearing the sound of the TARDIS for the first time in so long
The opening credits of each long-awaited marvel movie
Feeling the magic of reading the first Harry Potter book again
The closing of a finished book, knowing there’s more to come
Rapping every line of Hamilton perfectly

She’s everything pure in the world that brings unbridled joy
And there’s no way that “beautiful” could
EVER
Measure up to that