A Real Fairytale 

I’m Maleficient.  I have horns that sit atop my crown when the pain becomes too much, wings that no longer fly yet I am the fairytale I hope you’ll buy into. I hate you, I love you, I hate…you. Words I utter out my mouth as they slither off my tongue like a snake moving…

Remember The Time 

I love you like the last time. You know…when we met as butterflies.  Or when we said wherever the wind blows.  That other time. You know…when we dared to face the waterfall. Or when we said it’s just “US.” That other time and every time.