Every little girl grows up with a dream
to fall in love with a man
who loves her as well,
unconditionally.                                                ­                Every little boy grows up with a dream
                                                                ­                            to be a hero, saving lives,
                                                                ­                           and protecting families from ultimate
She’ll want to get married,                                              disaster.
and create a family,
and pour her heart into                                                    He’ll want to be known,
motherhood.                                                      ­              and wanted to catch the bad guys,
                                                                ­                           fight at every scene of crime, and restore    
No little girl ever believes                                                 serenity.
that all of her innocence
will be stolen from her,                                                     No little boy ever believes
leaving her tarnished.                                                      t­hat superpowers aren't real.
                                                                ­                           They look up to heroes, and
I never thought that the                                                   daydream about being one.
little boy across the street,
would be the boy to take my                                          He never thought that he
innocence.                                                      ­                   would be the one to take advantage
                                                                ­                           and steal the little girl across the                    
I wasn't in love with him,                                                street’s innocence.                                     
and didn't want to have a family yet.
He wasn't a hero, he didn't save my life.                        He wasn't in love with me,
In fact, he was the bad guy.                                             and didn't know what family was.
                                                                ­                           Maybe he didn't want to be a hero,
                                                                ­                           but he certainly wasn't the good guy.

(s.w.)

I see my reflection in the mirror and I am                              I see my reflection in the mirror and I am
delighted. Long hair falls past my shoulders,                        disgusted. Long hair lies on my shoulders.
lying beautifully down my back. Eyes                                  dead from my need of change. Eyes covered
enhanced by liner, winged at the end, with                          with thick, black eyeliner, and tinted blue
contacts in, transforming my eyes to an                               from my hate of glasses. A single fake tooth
emerald green. Perfect, straight teeth giving                       whiter than the others, caused by a
me a smile so radiant. Thin collar bones                              childhood accident. Broad, non feminine
leading to my soft shoulders. A stomach                             shoulders, with collar bones protruding. A
thick enough to hide my ribs, yet full of                              stomach that sticks out in the wrong places.
muscle. Hips not too wide, yet fill out my                           Hips too flat, causing my jeans to hang
jeans while leaving enough room for                                   loosely. Legs longer than they should be,
imagination. Long, toned legs that go on for                      skinny and gangly. Feet the size of a mans,
days. Large feet, arched with long toes, and                       making it nearly impossible to walk straight.
cute polish. I have grown to love the girl                             I have grown to hate the girl staring back  
gazing back at me.                                                              ­  at me.

When I think of you, I know
that I will never be over
our short time together.

It was a beautiful love
affair, full of stolen kisses,
and long hours spent lying in bed
looking into each other’s eyes.

You always knew what to say,
and when to say nothing at all.

All good things must come
to an end. Our love, my sister’s
innocence, childhood. There
will come a time when
they don’t exist anymore.

However, until the day my heart
stops beating, my love for you
will be like the blood flowing through
my veins.

I curse the day that
you said goodbye.

(s.w.)

Something about you intrigued me.
          Maybe it was your humour,
                       Maybe it was your love for all the same things as I,
                                    Maybe it was your smile.

Whatever it was gave me the courage to befriend you.
             We spoke about nothing,
That nothing became something,
                        And quickly I found you as my everything.

You put down your defences for me
                                         So, darling why did you call them back?

Slowly, then all too suddenly,
                                                   Just as I came to love you,

I find that we are
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(s.w.)

I am like a bird.
I have a wide open space,
                   range,
                      expanse,
­                                                                 ­     for the adventure that creeps into my soul.
My veins are vacant with the love of exploring,
                               searching,
                                        investigating,
                                                                ­                                                      the different ways to live.
I have always preferred to live alone, with just myself for company.
I seldom feel lonely,
                                  isolated,
             ­                                    apart,
                                                          ­ from others.
I am often surveying,
                                 searching,
                                                  year­ning for beautiful land to build my nest.
However featherless,
                                 wingless,
                                                songless,
                                                                ­I may be, I will never be
                                                                ­                                         flightless.
(s.w.)