There are things you can’t fix
broken broken broken
like hearts on a string.
It’s a terrible thing not to believe in love—
“In love,” What does that even mean
except being in lust hung upon a ring?
I don’t know what I know anymore,
because dreams fall like castles and kings.
The weight of the world rests on the shoulders
of a fragile butterfly flying with fairy wings
who still tries to believe there’s a prince in
blue jeans waiting just around the corner
ready to show her what happily-ever-after
means, because reality is a cold and dark place
to be, where its easy to get lost when lost is
all you can be. Just like that, a light can go out,
a candle burning in your heart snuffed like the
end of a shooting star. The rest of us are so far
gone, so far lost there isn’t anything left but a
long walk home in the dark. So I won’t wish on
cross-my-heart-hope-to-die-you-broke-my-heart-
and-made-me-cry. I’ll only wish on stars who shine
bright where they are on this path of mine. It’s
a long way back to where I started from, and there
are monsters out there awaiting my way a ways from
here. So best be on your guard and take care, because
its the most terrible thing, not believe in love if its there.