Lives Collide

Poor Buffy

'The Bronze is where it's at.'
Yeah, if you want a demon spilling your arteries 
on some filthy, piss covered pavement.

If only dumb high schoolers knew that.
Maybe they'd take more care
with their underage drinking, hormone fuelled pashing
and walking alone in dark alleyways.

Poor Buffy, what a burden.
She probably wishes it's a dragon's teeth that bite,
not a ravenous vampire's fangs


Because dragons don't talk—
unlike Angel
Dragons don't love you and stroke your hair,
stealing kisses on night patrol—

Poor Buffy.
She'd probably fight my sympathy
but she's getting it

The slayer - it's heavy, she's only sixteen,
She just wants to dance,
just wants to ice skate,
just wants to have a normal life

Poor Buffy.

You know, sometimes I kinda envy Buffy
She wants a normal life, but I don't.


The fictional world
where good and evil
are black and white

and it's easy to tell

who's bad, what's wrong, and who you're meant to kill?
It would stop our stupid search for purpose
We'd be fighting the good fight like Xander and Willow,
Wouldn't it help you sleep better at night?

Poor Buffy might want a normal life,
but at least she knows she's saving lives

In this world, with no vampires?
Sometimes I feel useless.
At least Buffy knows
that 'she alone will wield the strength to fight the forces of darkness'

and when she forgets
she's got a hot British watcher to remind her (Giles x)

Life on screen - in fiction? It's complicated
but so, so simple.

I don't have super slayer strength
or killer moves
or a stake to drive in the bad guy's body
after a high kick in my hot stilettos,

but I kinda wish I did.

Instead , I sit and lament on the world,
scribbling down its wrongs with my fountain pen.

Buffy? You don't know how good you got it.