Once upon a time,
I knew a boy with sun kissed hair
and laughing eyes
who never looked at me; it was
always through me and my
paper dry fingers from turning
too many pages with downcast,
stormy eyes I refused to show anyone,
but sometimes I wished he would love me,
once upon a time.

Once upon a time,
I knew a boy who didn't
know what he wanted, but
sometimes he would trust me and
talk like we would never be apart;
we just knew that it wouldn't be like that for
two people who didn't want love but
deep down knew they needed it,
once upon a time.

Once upon a time,
I knew a boy who laughed
at the words I said, drinking them in
as if they somehow mattered;
I didn't understand, but I knew
that I needed him as much as he needed me, and we
whispered shallow nothings, even
cried at times when we went too deep
because we would always be there for
each other, even when these affections faded,
once upon a time.

Once upon a time,
I knew a girl who never
stopped talking and filled the
silences with tasty words I loved to hear;
we loved each other's souls that were
born of the same God, because we knew
we were meant to be together;
closer than blood, our love was,
pure and true, we were soul sisters,
once upon a time.

Once upon a time,
on a much too beautiful night
when the stars shone brighter than
they ever had before, because
no moon was there to take away from
the brilliance of their twinkling light,
I met an unexpected stranger with
dancing green stained glass eyes that
tore up my soul in on glance;
he had pretty piano hands that
forced me to feel so unworthy as they
entwined around my own and
he watched me like I really mattered,
kissed me deep and dark and full,
tasted like nothing and everything I'd ever known,
but he was just another boy with so much
potential that it gripped my heart.
He only wanted what he couldn't have,
once upon a time.

Once upon a time,
there was a lonely little girl
who was drowning in ink and
poetry words taking form as she
cut open her soul and bled onto
blank sheets of white, but she still
loved the things that hurt her
more than anything else ever could,
in some disgusting way, so horrific.
She wanted to burn the penned images
she created until ashes covered her
fingertips like incinerated butterflies;
maybe then she could really cry again,
because it's all really just a transcript
of emotional miscommunications and
lack of any understanding whatsoever.

Now I'm just so frightened because
once upon a time isn't ending with
happily ever after