‘do not fall in love with girls like me’, she said:
‘we’re smiles and charm, worn jeans on skin;
but there is an emptiness inside us,
and we forgot how to be loved a long time ago.’

‘you’ll love me like you love the sun,
with wide-eyed breathless wonderment;
I’ll spin in circles until I fall from grace,
and burn the very heart from you.’

‘I’ll dance barefoot in the grass,
and sing a thousand wordless songs;
I’ll whisper prayers into your ears:
“I hope your heart might chose more wisely.”

‘do not fall in love with girls like me’, she warns,
‘not with girls who dream of yesterday.
not girls with starlight glinting in their eyes,
and sunsets burning in their souls.’

choose instead, to be loved as you deserve,
to find someone who’ll love you boundlessly.
‘do not fall in love with girls like me’, she warned,
it was, in truth, the kindest thing that she could say;

and yet, she found that fool chose to love her anyway.

they tell me I fight like a girl.
I don’t. I fight like a woman.
But thanks for the compliment.

I could be your queen,
your starry night,
your midnight world and all the cosmos...
Yet all good things must end.

When the sun rises, I will fade,
disappearing into the dawn.
Weep not, I will return, once night emerges -
and the universe itself will sing.

would that I could pull down the stars,
and make you a crown from their bones.
void diamonds, while bright with moonlight,
are nothing compared to your beauty.