bloody cuts and bruises on my knees; i look like a scraped up little girl.

cracked like a cup shattered on the floor and put together again by glue and shaky hands

do your eyes judge or study me? 

what do you see? 

do you want to sketch me, paint me, immortalize me in the photograph of your memories?

do you see a silly child, daydreaming like a fool,

hiding from reality with claws out and teeth bared?

i want to be brave and beautiful, to leave the sweet scent of spring behind each step 

and my image in the minds of my admirers. 

i will capture you in my gaze, drown you in the lake of my eyes.

maybe i am destined to be the captured and not the captor.

a bird with clipped wings, a faint whisper in the wind.

a romantic tricked with every sweet word. 

when will it be my turn to hold your love by the end of a string?

don’t i get to be the queen of hearts?

put the golden crown on my head and place the scepter in my hand;

give me my throne and let the blue blood course through my veins.

my skin will glow from within, as faultless as the sun, forever chased by the moon.