sometimes I feel like
sleeping beauty
waiting
dreaming
hoping someone
will wake me up someday
I've been building up walls
of twisted shadows
of rose thorn brambles
of fear and pride
wrapped around glass shards
and apple cores
I've been sitting in my tower
waiting for a man
to save me
waiting for a sign to let down my hair
and put my records on
waiting for my evanescence song
to come true
what if my prince has
already come and gone
what if he took one look,
grabbed his horse, and moved on
how many missed princes
will it take for me to
wake myself up
to snap out of the daydream
to swim the moat
I'll only keep sinking if I don't try to float
sometimes I feel like
I'm waiting
for someone
to prick my finger on
to kick me out of commission
for a hundred years
to turn off the tears
just long enough for my face to dry
just long enough to stop wondering
if beauty sleep will fix my mind
so I walk around with
hands outstretched
pricking and pressing
my fingers against every
edge
every sharp corner
of distrust
every
broken bottle
every
barbed word
every single
moment
spent alone
and I didn't stop
not when my hands started to bleed
not when the sleep didn't come
not until every spindle
of your smile pricked
my fingers
only then could I drift off
only then could I start
waiting
dreaming
hoping someone would
wake me with a kiss
call my name and
save me
sometimes I feel like
sleeping beauty
and sometimes,
I just fall asleep.
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