My collection of princesses who trained with dragons

Of scripts containing midnight thieves like me

My collection grows with each passing day, it grows and contorts

With Ramblings from girls who dance with fae and cry moonlight over boys who whisper sweet lies.

Poems from a boy who says he loves a girl who is Hell born and heaven sent and resides on earth.

I need those words to tell him about the homesickness that is felt for his sleepy laughter And soft understanding

To tell the dancing girl who's smiles are similes for snowflakes in summer

These words I cherish burn my tongue and erode my veins as they try to find an escape from this prison of conscience

Those phrases I need to tell my mother she did the best she could

The anecdotes so my father knows that love is not always pain and misery.

Songs for my best friend so she knows she is not given the love she deserves

Novellas for my love so he doesn't have to fear the shadows

His laughter exudes light and they flee for cover

Words that are trapped in my throat by the chains of my subconscious and anxiety

Words to trace the telltale twists and turns on tattle tale smirks

Words silently spoken through glances and touches

Words stolen and twisted

A thief of words is what I am

I horde them like a dragon hordes gold

A book full of vixens and villains and tragedies and tornados

Suffocating from the words lodged in my throat

I will be full of words and have poems dripping from my lips long after we are all cold.

I need these words to live.