Fairytales

I lived my life with half broken stories and I have told half hearted lies.

I’ve limped along on battered limbs too afraid to fall behind.

And my mind has kept itself lodged away held behind the bars rotted and decayed.

My heart is a prisoner in a mirrored room.

Its locked behind the glass in it’s beautiful tomb.

But maybe you my starry knight riding to me bathed in moonlight,

You whispered through the keyhole to unlock the doors and thaw my soul.

But then you stopped… right there in the entryway.

You’ve gone no further but havent turned away.

You battle dragons and demons to hold your space, but you’ll go no further inside this place.

The confidence you started with has turned to uncertainty.

My knight that rides in moonlight isnt sure if he still wants to save me.

Here.

There’s a story here, somewhere buried deep,

of a girl afraid of what she’s seen.

She didnt know how to live.

She didnt know how to think.

She didnt know how to be,

so please be kind when dealing with me.

Thoughts are second,

and words come first.

Emotions are hidden,

and shes been lost

too many times and too many ways.

She will always come back at her own pace,

and she does it a lot more often these days.

So she’ll be back.

She’ll be here.

And she will be there for you always dear.

Creating habits

I’m standing on this road again.

I’ve been here before.

I’ve walked the pockmarked pavement.

I’ve crawled along the burning cement.

The scars all remain of the past attempts down the lonely road.

No one walks with me here.

Alone again with no turns.

Straight and

Narrow.

The gradual incline burns my lungs as

Step

by

Step

We struggle.

Along with all of the different versions of me.

We continue on again.

We start ahead this time.

We skipped a few miles already traversed.

We begin again on the road

Towards something.

Something we’ve wanted.

Something we’ve needed.

This is not the easy road.

Ignorance

You’re a ghost of something I wanted but never had
reached for but could not hold
searched for but you were never there
not when you said you would be

You’re an addiction of a drug I hit one time
A need so deep it was a part of me
You weren’t mine
not to have or to hold
No part of you belonged to any part of me
but I guess thats the thing with a need
not a want

Alcohol doesn’t mix well with us
it was our courage our escape
it allowed you to walk across the room to me
it glamoured the things we should have seen
and I craved you always

Until I didn’t.