::: Polite :::

when I realize
the stupid sorts of things
that can make me cry
a movement
a sound
a turn of the head
I miss you
in so many ways
improper to speak of in polite company
I want you
but that's something
I'm not to say at all
seal these traitorous lips forever
so they may never
may never give away my heart
not again
you've already broke it once
I'm not that fool
I think

::: A Queen :::

you don't believe me
that you're beautiful
you have been from the start
but you'll never be a princess
fuck the dresses
unless, of course, you're getting beneath them
not at all a princess, but
a queen!
yes, fearless warrior queen
with feathers in her hair
your sword blazing in the sun
like the fires of your heart
would you protect or slay me?
could one be the cause of the other?