Lightweight

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other…

Do you love me? No, I’m an awkward jerk that’s been around your neck for so long you got used to it & kinda fond.

I am the shy girl At the party The one who smiles And gingerly holds the brimming red cup But is careful not to drink Because mommy always warned Of what the troubled boys do To the girls with the tight skirts Who didn’t know or care About how much They could handle And I’m the girl Who’s awake in class. The one the kids call perfect With curled lips And side-glanced giggles Because everyone knows That if you aren’t good for a laugh or looks, Then you aren’t worth dirt in the school yard. And I’m the girl Who has lived a thousand lives In a thousand different places and times Because I can lose myself in literature Because I love to know that I’m not the only one who feels alone lost or troubled. Not the only one who longs for a love that goes beyond a piece of paper or a ring. And I’m the girl Who finds comfort In a melody Of any sort Not for the catchy tune Or the pretty boy band No I like to listen Not to hear Listen to the raging thoughts, The powerful feelings Spoken like poetry With a message Just beneath the rhymes Because ultimately In the dead of night When the screaming starts Or the thumping drums against the floor and the walls, Distraction becomes the only option To halt the bank of tears And cool the boiling blooding If only for a short time Before mother dearest can burst in And hold me tight As she whispers her own melody Echoing through the silence of the night I just can’t do this anymore Over And over And over And I’m the girl who would never Ever try to hurt you. Because I’d been raised In a domestic battlefield Where all of my happiest moments Were often punctured by the ugly loaded words that spilled like a faucet out of the drunken beast Who often overpowered My lowly father And I know Only too well That when liquor’s seductive lips Touch the mind of a susceptible man She will hold him tight And whisper her thoughts of power and malice And he Being a simple man Will become slave to her demonic Willpower And nothing will change the minds of the demons in his head And his heart Not even the one he claims to love Because everyone knows That the fragile marriage vow Is the very easiest To break And still I am the girl The shy girl at the party The one you glanced across the room The one you talked to the whole night I’m sorry I didn’t answer your questions You see I don’t have a choice of music Which I like above the rest, And I thought boys like you don’t go For girls who value books and tests I hated that look You know, the one you gave me? When I refused to drink And you assumed I didn’t trust you But you didn’t know of course you didn’t Of all the reasons going through my mind I’m so sorry That I cant explain myself With words The way I can On paper I’m sorry That you left Looking so hurt Because if I never am to see you again Please remember me As the girl Who would try her hardest to love you If only I had the courage To tell you. . . . I’m sorry.