you've always been
my peter pan.
and i've always believed myself to be your wendy.
but i found out recently
that i am nothing more
than your little tinkerbell.
i get jealous over every little thing you do, peter.
every little person you talk to.
that girl you think is your wendy?
who does she think she is?
i've been around longer. shouldn't i get you?
shes nothing but a mere mortal.
shes nothing.
i cant even stand her.
i'd do anything to be your wendy, but instead im stuck out here,
waiting, finding a way to get out of this situation.
i'll do anything.
just not to hurt anymore.
i guess this is a goodbye
peter, count this as a suicide note.
i sure hope that you and wendy have a nice life.
love,
tink
+ wow hi i've had this written on my computer for like a year and 2 months ouch
YOU ARE READING
astronomy•poetry
Poetrythese poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins