Haven’t you learned that girls like me will destroy you. Just as we destroy ourselves. We love to hard and care to deeply to be tethered down.
We are the ones who spend hours in museums, lost in the echoes of ages gone by. We are the ones wishing for knights and kings and beautiful dresses. We wish to be crowned a queen of love and beauty
We are the ones with ink-stained hands and bruised thighs. We are wild and we run forever, chasing after glory, chasing after fame and fortune. We were told we could be everything so that’s what we seek.
We are the ones who smile strangers, who talk to nearly everyone we meet. We are kind and generous and thoughtful but our kindness masks the belief that we will never be enough. We want to make the world a better place but we only know how to do that by scattering pieces of ourselves.
We are the girls in stories you dream to save. But this, this is reality and the world is a dragon and the knights have faded