The tinderella

It was not surprising.
Because I guess I saw it coming all along.
There is a strong underlying reality that fairy tales aren't capable of denying completely.

But it was shocking.
The brutality and harshness and swiftness and decisiveness.
While I was still day-dreaming and refusing to let go.

What it takes.
Its easy to say: hey, harden up, live it up, grow up, suck it up.
But what if I just want to keep that innocence, and salvage whatever beauty that is left of it.
I don't have an ego when it comes to matters of the heart. Never mind it seems childish should i wish for a closure. Never mind if I just want to linger a bit more and insist on re-writing the awful ending.
I don't need to be taken care of, I just want this episode to become a memory that takes a form and shape that it deserves in my art work years down the road.


This makes me appreciate the Reason a lot for always treating us with firmness but so much kindness.
This makes me proud of myself, for being able to still act out of love and kindness even when perhaps I don't need to since we are all adults and battered and will handle ourselves.

But I will always be willing to let you have the last blueberry to go with your pancake.
Because you are this beautiful stranger who has moved me before.
My heart will always be fiercely loyal to that child in your eyes.