The water cooled my nerves in a way nothing ever could
Washing away all the tensions and responsibilities I need to uphold
"You are Princess Rosaria K. Valkyrie of Pthfou. Not the little mermaid."
My father says every time I mentioned my love for the ocean
I chuckled at the memory
Please father, I'll take being turned into sea foam over my duties any day
The skies here turn a lovely shade of lilac at dusk
The swirling clouds on the baby blue backdrop paint images of cotton candy
See, life itself is like cotton candy: fleeting and sweet
But grasp it too hard and it turns into a sickly wad of potential cavities
The warmth of last night's events still fresh in my mind
My heart pangs at the betrayal yet I can't bring myself to blame
A pirate's life is no sweeter than a princess'
And even if it were, it'd nevertheless turn sickeningly suffocating
The crescent moon faintly reveals itself in this pink and blue sky
Smiling at me with a melancholic understanding as if saying:
"I know the hurt of heartache, but time my dear will heal the hurt
And time again, will find new love."
I sigh, slowly swimming back to shore singing softly
Like a moth to a flame...
So dangerous yet so close...
Like Icarus and the sun...
Stupid desires of the heart...
Lead to such death and destruction...
How unfortunately fortunate for this encounter...
A brush with love disguised as a dance...
You left me thinking we had a chance...
Wrapping myself in the towel awaiting for me
I turn back to look at the sky one more time
Reaching out to no one in particular yet my mind still wanders
The piercing sapphire eyes and the way he said my name
Crack.
My eyes fall to my feet, my lips a sad smile
A purple shell so beautiful so perfect
Now split into tiny shards, my feet dripping red
Broken like my heart
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Fairytales
PoetryA story about overcoming loss and that believing in hope is never always in vain. This poetry collection is written with alternating perspectives that eventually blend together to form a story of constant heartbreak.
