(not) a fairytale.

i want to write of you.

and of me.

of us.

(us)

 

but i would rather we live.

than only exist (in a fairytale)

enough.

are we.

orange or pink.

all this colour.

and you choose

to see only grey.

this is not ballet.

do i want

to tiptoe

through my present

and throughout

my future.

 

this is not ballet.

and i am not a ballerina.

embrace us.

it is such a rarity.

to feel the way we do.

the things he said to me.

make your home here.

(in my heart.)

you make my heart breathe.

our love makes my heart grow lungs

and

breathe.

like I never knew it needed to

before.