Princess Blood

Perfection isn't being intact. Beauty isn't painting on a smile. Strength isn't refusing to know you're hurting. Intelligence isn't filling every nook and cranny of your mind with all there is to be known.
Beauty is tears freely encrusting fully-bloomed rose cheeks.
Strength is nursing a wound whenever something bites into skin, a bone, a muscle, or a heart.
Intelligence is knowing the true path to happiness and acknowledging that everyone deserves to be a whole, feeling being.
That is perfection. That is what it is to be a princess.
When the heart of a princess drips blood, she lets it fall onto paper, an eloquant speech of everything she has ever felt laying upon her own work of art.
This poetry is what makes me feel like a princess.