When his lips touched my forehead, I wish you were there to see the way his eyes gazed on my face.
They way you used to.
But, I think you were there.
Maybe you weren’t, but seeing you I feel like you know...
You know that I don’t go to bed thinking about you anymore, but him, and myself and so many great things.
I can see that you feel lost and confused, maybe I should feel some guilt, and I do.
But you did it to yourself sweetheart.
You broke me
You left me in my tight silk gown
In my caked makeup
In my stiff hair
Staring off into a gray wall letting your words hit me like a semi truck
but I didn’t flinch a muscle.
So why should I feel guilt…
I’m happy.
On my own,
Not because of some new boy
Because I am now my own.
I hold my own lock and key
You dropped me when my wings became cramp and you couldn’t see the beautiful dove you fell in love with
And now I’m flying, flying higher than ever
and you want me again
But darling,
I found another bird to fly with
Who lifts me above him
Who doesn’t call me princess, but my name
Which I prefer more
Because it’s me
How many other girls are called princess?
How many girls have you called princess?
I don’t want to be a princess.
I am a warrior.
I’m my own knight in shining armor
And now I have that and more.
I’m not a nameless girl in her smeared makeup at a pancake house at 2 am
I’m a bird, The Bird.
And I can fly high
You can’t clip my wings now, sweetheart
I broke free of your grasp
And now I’m here for myself.