I was only the
girl of your dreams
because you were
dreaming of one,
taking a convenience sample
to find love.

"I just want you to know I'm not mad."
Well, I'd sure hope not,
insinuating I've done something bad
by knowing my soul and
feeling which way the wind blows.

I'll be no one's "mine,"
I'm not some thing to be had.
You will not be a proxy,
but a person to me.
Let me love you correctly
and set you free.

I am not your dream girl,
but a woman of the sea.

I fear love, so I'll have
daddy turn me into
a laurel tree.
I need to sleep alone,
swaddled in a manger,
patiently awaiting my
frankincense and myrrh.

I am an egg uncracked,
leave me be