the beekeeper.

"jackass and the beanstalk": an original fairytale.

a/n: lmao ok i'm too lazy to try and format these the way i do my poetry now (where everything is lowercase and yah) so excuse the random transition.. i'm too tired to fix the rest

I can't be forgive for things I have done from frustrations and foolishness
To you, to her, to them, to me.
To the giants in my corner that helped me climb up the beanstalk to sit with them,
I shoved off their helping hands and insisted I could do it on my own
Because if I'm not independent and my giants turned their backs on me, what am I to do?
I would be a shell of a fool who sold organs for your hand
Of which may let go of my own
So before that happens, I'd let go of yours.

Because of that, your giants and my giants don't agree
Even at the same height, they can't see eye to eye
Which leads to turmoil in the clouds that we're trying to reach.
And our palace that we pictured comes crumbling down to the town we hated but never knew.

It wasn't me selling you my soul that made me a fool,
It was that I had split apart from our contract we had made, and it upset you
It upset me
And it pissed off our giants.

Sometimes I wish my giants would swallow me whole so I wouldn't have to think about what yours may do
If they find out
But I can only hope that I have good grip
Because I need to be ready to catch myself on that beanstalk before someone tries pushing me back down
Down to that city that would suck the life from my bones if I found my way back

My goal is set and I will keep my promise
Whether the giants will devour me
Or not.