I don’t want to be found

In a cobwebby attic

Clutching a faded note

From Prince Charming.

I don’t want someone to discover

My still form, laden with dust

Tucked away behind

Boxes of memories.

I don’t want to wait

For someone I know

To keep me waiting

Forever.

I don’t want to fall

Into the same trap

I always do.

I can’t handle it.

This is so long

For however long

I decide

To let my heart beat.