Curate, connect, and discover
And it looks like
This could be the end
Of this perfect palace
This new life
Was so sweet
With beginners luck
The fairy godmother magic
Could only hold out for so long
A kite flying
Then getting pulled back down
By the person who is flying it
At least
I didn’t get stuck
In a tree
My stupid castle
Was not built by a genius
It was built
By this peasant
Who was not destined to be a ruler
I now see myself once again
As not worthy
And I was silly to think I was
Depression
Is trying to kiss me
And sneak into my system
Through my chapped, chewed, cracked lips
I thought that we weren’t dating anymore, just friends
I can only keep
My dreams alive for so long
Before I become too worn down to maintain them
Being whipped
By disappointment
I can feel
Failure
Making its poisonous way back into my blood
I don’t know how to
Make myself clean again,
By sterilizing my depression
With
Hope