A fairy sits,
on your shoulders.
Wings, neatly folded.
You swat it away,
because you think
anything magical,
is never to be trusted.
I hated you a little for
the smallest moment, there.
One day, I'll learn,
to love you
unmagically, enough.
From: my Algebra textbook
(Someday, I'll also learn how to write maths in my books, not poems. For today, I'll let myself keep drowning).
