fairy tale life

i used to take days off
from learning when i was
just beginning to understand
how multiplication tables
factored into my existence;
how I’d sit in front of them,
the ones literally talking
behind my back – diligent
in my homework, in reading
or writing (my only solace
in a world where it seemed
i’d never know how it felt
to be accepted, to be friends
with the cool kids, – or any
kids, for that matter – to be
simply left alone), in my head;
my words took me away,
allowed me to escape into
a world where everything
went as i planned, where lois
lane and superman lived
in fantasy bliss, where the only
miserable people were villains
and the story always ended
with at least an ounce of hope.

it’s taken years and years,
chapters upon chapters
of pure angst and longing,
but I’ve finally written
my own happy ending.