He told me he’d never grow up—
that forever could live in a laugh
in a stolen night's kiss
and the glint of a lie dressed as stars

He said love was a flight
just follow the second star
but forgot to mention
how hard the landing hurts
when the sky disappears
I thought he was Peter Pan—
wild green eyes, crooked grin
heart full of wind and wonder
But he never fought for me
He never stayed

Real boys don’t fly
They fall
They promise pixie dust
and give you empty hands—
With hope, they say “forever”
like it’s a game of clocks
then vanish in no time
when the rules start to matter
I kept waiting at the window,
hair tangled in moonlight
hope bruised against the sill—
but Neverland was just a name
for the place where he left me

He’s not Peter Pan
He never was

And I—
I was 'Tinker Bell' without the glow
'Wendy' without the voice
just a girl who learned too late
that fantasy is a cruel fate
when it wears the face of someone
you almost loved

And I—
I was the fairytale he never meant to finish,
the story he closed before the ending.
So now I wear my heartbreak
like broken wings stitched in gold—
I don’t fly anymore,
I finally know how to walk away


Erennwrites