moonriseee

the princess wore her crown
but it felt heavy like iron pressing on her chest
she was told she was beautiful every day
but the words passed through her like wind over glass
she smiled for others

they speak of love as if it is a language written into the marrow of existence

a sacred inevitability stitched into breath and bone

you will feel it one day they promise

a filament of silver breath stretches beneath my feet
thin as a whispered promise and just as easy to lose
keep going you must not look down
but what if down is the only truth and up is the illusion i cling to

you could say
i lied
i am not like you
i wish i was

you could say
my message in a bottle
drifts across the sea
a quiet cry for help
no one will receive
no one will ever know
who i am

the jester wore a mask
bright reds blues and yellow
to remind those who were sad
of happiness and delight
he never stopped laughing
afraid if he did there would be no jester anymore
the jester and the princess

its like

walking through

a forest

where you

think no

one can

hear you

but yourself

you scream

at the

top of

your lungs

until your

insides burn

you're alone