The little pixie (wannabe)-

grabbing at idealistic perfection

in the smallest forms.

Starving away measures and scales

for a reason she doesn't understand

(and is terrified of in the end).


She has

a candy outlook on her mind

of the way things could (& should) be.

She wants butterfly wings and

the eyes of a(n insomniac) soldier

with the scars to match.


She thinks truth

should be bottled up and saved

for a rainy (sun)day,

and labeled as a fairytale,

while her honor grades are

neatly scratched into her thighs.



Right up until she can fly away,

carrying all her self-control on her back,


and admit to being pointlessly