I could not
have dreamed you up,
Even if I had tried.
No....
You don't understand.
I spent years wondering if I could ever
Find "my man"- equally yolked,
and made by the stars,
just for me.
I spent years, dwelling, the pain made writhe
Being loved by those with no eyes to see.
I spent years deprived, and to punish myself
I might have lived depraved.
I ran every road off, just trying to escape.
I went down every heartache's rabbit hole,
Every wicked and twisted fantasy
I ran so,
For so long, and so hard,
and my heart still aches,
A dull but obvious pain.
Reeling in the heartbreak
From which I came-
Trudged through,
Black, Blue, beaten and eaten.
Sick is soul and strength.
Sick to death from the compulsory wane
Mixed and matched
Of it all.
I had become sick, My Love.
So deeply,
I turned grey and old
And ready to fade with the day.
I stepped out on a whim,
When I believed again
In myself over him.
I stepped out, and faced a very real
Demon within.
And ey,
I conquered the Jabberwocky.
And then....
That's when you came.
I did not need a knight,
For my beast to be slayed.
It was only after
I found the strength within...
It was only after, that you came.
You...
Are no Knight.
But a King,
rather whom has fought,
And too beasts your own you had slain.
And there you fell,
Eyes upon.
The woman.
The girl.
That slayed the Jabberwocky
Transfixed, and amused.
Eyes unable to take off gaze.
Curiosity peaked in the subtle fluttered notion
Just beneath
The chest of a King.
And invited me to your table you did.
Celebrate and reign me with cheer.
You held your whole kingdom captive
For the woman that was near.
Fanning back and reverenced in my spotlight,
You watched all night, only a smirk.
Laughed when I laughed.
Cried when I cried.
And that was the last day from the first
In the moment you beheld her soul.
That was the last moment you realized
There was no letting Alice go.
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