Let’s put aside the lascivious pear for a moment
because I’m terrified that this new world is
as boring and unsympathetic as the last,
or worse: that it is as true as it feels
and you might see me as what I really am
not the part I wish to play with you
of tongue and pen, the former
writes upon your form less delicately
than the latter
my hands shake like a cage-rattle
when I try to be free with myself
my mind dances with yours but my body
does not know how to step with grace
I know romance, know adoration,
would think that I know love with you
would think my words are yours
and yours are mine
but I cannot see the letters
intertwined.
Beauty sleeps because she never stopped biting the apple.
Prince Charming is a fairy tale until the book ends.
Happily Ever After is the cheaters way out of a story.
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