I asked you late at night
To tell me a story
Take me away from here
From here from here
Is what I was actually pleading
Your words took me to
Fairylit castles, forests of weeping willows, dungeons of damp & breath taking battlefronts
'One day
You won't want me
To be tellin' you stories'
You sighed one night
& I couldn't think of a time
When I wouldn't want you
Breathing beautiful magic into my ears
Later, when our stories
Intertwined
I learnt that you wasn't just a fantastic fairy tale creator
You was also a brilliant
Liar
- Serves me right for trying to live in lands, where monsters with teeth for lips walk, dressed in men's clothing.
YOU ARE READING
Brave Not Perfect- Formally: I'm No Perfect Poet.
PoetryDarling, to be Perfect Is simply not real. True tellings of domestic abuse in poetical form. This is the true story of a Fairy-Girl. By, The Fairy Queen #poetry- 13 #poembook- 2 #spokenword- 1 #10,000 reads 10/01/20
