rapunzel

there are so many words for this, but most of them are angry. so i don’t know what to say.

so i close my eyes, and i tell you it’s ok. i tell you i love you, even though i question it some days.

and i want to go home, only i don’t really know where that is. i want to cross the finish line and feel something like pride but how the hell am i supposed to do this.

i want to be more than a prisoner in someone else’s story. i want to get better. i want to be all right. i want to get the fuck out of this tower.

but the tower is my head. and the witch is my head. and the prince is my head. and i am my head. and i am always so much my head.

and sometimes do you just wish that it could all just stop. stop. right here. in this moment. because why do i feel trapped, why do i feel broken, why is this all too much to process. just stop. stop right here.

it would be nice if i could breathe for a moment.


Ugh, I’ve been working on this for so long, so it feels good to finally shove it out there into the world. I’m still not entirely sure if I can put into words what it’s about, but it’s like 12:07 a.m. as I write this and I am beyond exhausted from editing all these poems and working on a heckton of other stuff, so yeah. I am not going to get into that now.

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