Dear Peter Pan,
Go screw a mermaid, i hope she knows what you did to me.
Then drags you out to sea because i know how you hate swimming.
You trapped me in your hat the other day you said just stop being mean to wendy.
We argued and i turn this shade of red when you said i had issues you're the one whose sleeps with little boys under grounded tree roots.
I don't understand.
How you can spend one second loving me and the next chasing this girl of her blue dress.
How did we even ended up her house when you decided she was everything you needed that night.
Her dog almost ate me.
And you were out faking the lose of your shadow And crying for her to help you, Peter.
Im leaving.
Because loving you is like chasing a ghost in a house full of mirrors.
I want you to know...
She will destroy you
Suck you
And her blue eyes
And spit out your lonely soul
She will mussel your lips and cage your character carefully keeping it from becoming too rowdy.
See there's the difference.
I may be too small to see but atleast you've never had to seek my approval.
I am the freedom of light and shes too much powdered perfection to pick fights with your ex girlfriends.
She is all curls and curves and i am everything you've needed for the past, forever, when she asks you,
How do you fly?
What will you say?
Do you ever tell her 'bout the day
I thought you the day were you fought through metal chains and barriers
Will you tell her that during your first time of falling,
I caught you, taught you...
That's believing me completely when i allowed you to rise over anything!
Explain to her how you put your life in my hands every time you sore over neverland!
Tell her that i am your everything!
You told her,
Faith, trust, and pixie dust you know goddamn well that i am a fairy!
And im surprised, you keep powdering her with my essence trying to make her more like me.
I'm still trying to forget, how your eyes are the round depths of eternity how you made it feel like the world wasn't infront of me.
How it seemed natural to love someone 200x your size...
if it justified how much you felt for them.
But i guess, your height was just compensation for how little a damn you gave about me, Peter.
Your heart is the size of your fist.
Mine is the Speckle dust floating in the corner of your memory is only big enough to love you.
- Your Tinker Bell.
