You can write about fairytales

I used to write about fairytales

I used to smile even when my heart shattered

I used to smile, no matter what

Nothing was wrong

Don’t you see

This is a fairy tale, nothing can be wrong

I don’t write about fairytales anymore

Fairytales lack

Substance

Depth

But

Are so very abundant

In superficial façades

Talk

Pretty still pictures

You can write about fairytales

I’ll write about this instead

I want to be loved

So severely, I can feel it even when I hate you

I want to love

So severely, I can’t stop it, even when I hate you

I want your time, your mind, your body, your spirit

To collide with mine

And make a mess

A mess, beyond any mess

I want my breath to catch in my throat when you come close

My heart to race when you kiss me

At 25

And 26

And 27

And 28

And 29

And maybe once in awhile at 80

But

Also

I want my eyes to roll when you do that thing, the one thing I hate, you know that sneezing thing, that creates no immediate danger for me, but makes me want to strangle you for not sneezing correctly

I want to curl up, look at you and admit, I’ve gone through a taco bell drive through and a Mcdonalds drive through directly after because Cheesy Gourdita Crunches make my eyes light up, but fries make me sing

Basically, can I be me? If you promise to be you?