When will I become a Disney Princess? 
I've done everything, I've worn dresses
When will I get my happily ever after? 
Or will it just end up with my laughter? 

When will I get to swim the seas? 
Like the prettiest Ariel you'll ever see 
When will I lose my glass slipper 
or will my dreams forever shatter? 

When will I fall in love with a thief 
Or is it just a mythical belief? 
When will I kiss my frog prince
I've always wanted this since

When will I grow hair as long as a river that never ends
or will my prince and I just end up as friends? 
When will I fall in love with a beast 
or will it end up with me as the feast? 

When will I get to ride a flying carpet
Huh, will I even get to see it? 
When will I get to fall into a deep sleep? 
When will the magic start to seep? 

That was years ago, when I was still young 
Now I'm not innocent, I've experienced everything
The smoke in the air has filled up my lungs
I am now matured and scared of something

I know that my heart will always be broken
Now I am scared, now I am shaken
Never will I be a princess
Even if I wore my dresses

Because being a princess is only in movies
It's a huge lie, a horrible story 
I'll never get my happily ever after 
And I'll end it with my broken laughter

one plus one equals two 
just like me and you 
but why'd you have to divide your heart 
couldn't you give it to me as a whole part? 

I used to love math 
But now it gives me problems 
Literal ones
Couldn't it ask for simpler answers? 

I asked why I had to find your x 
but you didn't answer y 
oh these complicated equations 
these numerous fractions 

oh yes, fractions and ratios 
you gave me a fraction of your heart 
yes, just a half and kept the other 
just so you could give it to someone else 

oh why did math come into my life 
WHAT THE HECK WILL I USE IT FOR? 
I don't need to use my empty brain 
THAT'S WHY THEY MAKE CALCULATORS 

I didn't sign up for this 
I won't be a mathematician anyway 
Oh wait, I lost the point 
IT WAS YOU WHO THREW ME AWAY 

now I'll just go back to being half of everything I used to be

You sting like a bee
You're the cut on my knee
But I still have that need
To be trapped, and not freed

I have a need to wrap you up in my arms
A need to hold you in the dark
A wish to still feel your warmth
And the power to stay during the darkest storms

Even though it sometimes hurts
I will love you till we're as old as dirt.

There are a million of people,
Who will be gentle with your heart.
There are a million of people,
Who sacrifice their lives for the taste of your veins.
There are a million of people ,
Ready to shake your skin with gravel .
Leaving you bruised and hopeless.
Scarred and shattered.
Sometimes you have to fall
in order to recover the emptiness.
Sometimes you can die, in order to revive yourself.
Sometimes there's one person who will leave fingerprints on your heart .
Bringing peace to everlasting war you have with yourself.

Sometimes... Just sometimes.
The person you need is yourself.
Learn to love yourself.
Before you let these million people inside.

We'll smile for the camera
Smile for the picture,
Then why won't we smile
When we see our reflection?
We'll held our cups up
And scream 'cheers' together
But we are not cheering,
We are actually trying
To clear up our conscience.
We'll discuss about ***
Like we are the masters
But the truth is,
We are still not over
Our last ex.
We act so precocious
To start the next stage
But we are not conscious yet
To leave this stage.
We should stop expecting
To do what we see
We are still on time
To change
What others will see.

When I try to be social
I miserably fail
I act like a butterfly
But all to no avail
So then I decided
To just hate them instead
Cause people don't give a ****
Unless you're pretty or dead
Now this pretty butterfly
Was really just a worm
Who learned the hard way
Of picking rose with its torn
Now she's digging into the Earth
Getting ready for her slumber
And if one day she succeed
She might just sleep forever


© Leigh Herondale  *September 2015

i.

Without her I
Am naught;
With her
I am all.

ii.

Without her I
Am lost;
With her
I am found.

iii.

Without her I
Am in mine grave;
With her, I am free
Not a slave.

iv.

Without her I
Am in peril;
With her
I canst seeith, speaketh, breatheth, liveth on her holy water.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication