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).
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