Princess of Wishes

Princess Of Wishes

Driving In The Rain

Raindrops on my windshield like constellations–

the wipe that washes them away.

Apathy 

can be disguised as love.

The rolling

rushing 

purring 

of my engine against the storm.

Complacency

can wear the face of comfort.

The bolts that make you jump.

thinking they’re high-beams asking for your attention 

(don’t worry, it’s only thousands of volts of energy 

sent from God).

The strong flowers are watered.

The weak flowers are drowned.

The flowers indoors die parched,

(wondering which they'd be)

while the monsoon rages

outside. 

I am a button

holding us together

only anchored 

by a tiny piece of thread.

Without that job,

I am only plastic.

But what if I let go?

What if I say, 

“fuck it,”

and let the thread break?

The funny thing about buttons is 

you don’t notice all they do

until they fall off.

Her Majesty Whatever, 

Ruler of The Indifferent

I know. 

I am your princess,

and you’ll do 

whatever I want,

whatever pleases me,

whatever I ask,

because you love me.

But if you could do 

whatever,

whatever,

whatever,

while you throw me a life raft,

I’d appreciate it.

I know you would shower me with gold,

and praise,

and you’d die for me,

and that’s nice,

but I am wasting away on my throne

and you just watch,

as you proclaim empty promises of grandeur.

Because at the end of the day,

“whatever you want, because I love you”

still boils down to,

“whatever.”