She’s the princess
And she works hard to show people
She is pure princess, one and only
Her intelligence constantly pushing
To outshine everyone in the room
And God knows Nothing matters
More to her than maintaining her
Facade of pristine sophistication
With the possible exception
Of exuding her air of perfection,
Being the boss of everyone around.
She’s a princess in her own right,
Crying if she’s seen vulnerable
Because she won’t come unglued.
And she’s my best friend,
I’m so proud of the cellist in the pink dress.
Only now she walks the beach
With next to no makeup on
And her hair loosely blowing,
Chaotically unrestrained in the wind.
She can’t sink her walk into heeled boots
Or calm her hands with a manicure touch-up.
She can’t hide that she’s trying way too hard
To force that tear back into her eye.
She may be the princess of the school
But even Little Miss Perfectionist
Is not immune from being human.
And as moments pass I notice
That there is nothing in the sky
But purple clouds, thick like a new pillow
I watch her slip away
Her body losing itself, the pounds evaporating
Until she’s so delicate she’s sailing away
Floating uncontrollably as she struggles
To force herself back down to the ground
And her tears make the rain pour at last
She is crumpled up paper now, and destroyed.
The princess vanishes and I wake in tears again.
Thanks to all for reading and a special thanks goes to Taylor B. for the encouragement to record my dreams.
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