I would have been the ice princess
Sweeping coolly through life
I would have been the demon-slayer
Fighting my way through life
I would have had my whole life within my fist,
doing what I want
Dancing with dragons,wearing whichever shoes that I like
I would have been singing in the moonlight
My hand entwined in his
We’d have made plans for the future
And he’d have drawn lines on my skin
If only I was born twenty-five years ago on this day
I would’ve done all of this and many more
And I wouldn’t have to wear the same shoes everyday
Sunlight streams through
In strips of gold
Illuminating particles of dust
Making them glow like tiny crystals
I try to catch them with my hands
But it just cuts through the beams of sunlight
I catch nothing
The dust crystals fly further away from me
And I watch them disappear
A thing so beautiful, just within reach
But beyond my grasp
Helen of Troy
had a face that launched a thousand ships
A face that made troops of Greek men die
A face that changed history
What do you see when you look at my face
A face you see everyday
Is it worth launching a thousand ships?
Would you wage war for me?
Or am I just another passing face?
To be smiled upon
Who am I but a fool?
for the mirage that is you?
The radiance of youth sprinkled generously across my face
Some say I look no more than a teenager
I beg to differ.
I’m a hundred years old.
Prepped with the outmost care
Implanted with trepidation
Sewn in with fingers crossed
For a smooth run
My heart yet again is somewhere it doesn’t belong
Rejected the moment its presence
is felt by its intended abode
Nothing more than a foreign body.
You were amazing enough
To dig up a buried, old ruin
And fix it up piece by piece
To make it more beautiful
And whole than it ever was
You were man enough to know
That being broken was way more beautiful
than being flawlessly dull