I’m the girl men fall in love with the idea of.
They catch glimpses of parts of me and think
They know the rest hidden beneath the surface;
The golden girl with the flaming heart.
The playful exuberance too world weary by far.
The nighttime temptress down on her knees.
The selfless caretaker too kind to believe.
The warrior-princess covered in scars
The simple girl who still wishes on stars.
They all choose a part of me to worship
Setting aside the rest of the puzzle pieces
Still looking for a heart to call home
Because it’s easier to put me in a box
Than to put me together until they find a whole picture.
In the end sparkling bits and baubles of me adorn their memories
Until I become the one who got away
Which is the reason I never could in the end stay.
I’d rather love the reality that is all of myself
Than be put on a pedestal so high up
There’re no odds of surviving the fall.
© Courtney Turley 2017