“Kid, I’m right here”
Fooled, blonde and lied to, like soap in the mouth of a war cry, some float and think they can fly,
I was never a prince, just a melted nymph, I used on bracelets all of my charms, who glued her wrists together, such useless arms,
Thighs wrapped with feathers, my rebellion injuring my tethers,
The bones in your hands a splint, forever a cast to my loyalties split,
I was painted pale and flowered, the nymph who dared feel power, feeling that my sickness was my weapon, not knowing what a cage was or that I was kept in,
My weeping was met with dry paint, rewarded for suffering and shame, and that was my holy grail, that I made myself a prize, so frail,
Now no Knight or crown, I was the garden, and as well the unsympathetic clown,
It was a special kind of blindness just for you, where everything you saw was ruined,
And then a special kind of blindness just for me, where I knew I was better off not to see,
Punishment, I didn’t know I was deserving to ask for it, I relieved romance to graves, please, please, don’t forget,
Now that dew is my casing and leaves I set myself to be trapped in,
That I can be destroyed is my victory,
Not victim,
That I am human,
Is why I win.
-e. there’s no way to make you stay