My dear I fear
you ask to much
for madness
to be
replaced by love,
that this story sees
eyes of adoration
fly freely towards
the safe haven
of sandy soft shores,
that the broken flesh
which lay beneath
a lacy flowing dress
be healed by
the affection of
some random guy,
that old romantic stories,
fairytale fantasies
perfectly fit
the state of reality
and happily ever after
should be met with
joy and laughter
instead of skepticism,
that one day
my heart will not betray
hopeful aspirations
for the preordered
obsession
of being love’s
dedicated
possessor and
possession.
