tinkerbell.

i watch his fingers slide seamlessly
into parts of you that I'm so terrified to reach
sometimes I can't help but think
how you would look
when he
puts you on like his favourite dress
so unafraid in his mannerisms
and so, so, reckless
it's quite an image, quite a
disturbing imagery
all it does is make me want to scream

it's the same old fairy tale,
tinkerbell watching
as Peter takes Wendy's hands in his own
and teaches her how to fly
turning me into yet another pair of irrelevant eyes
but I've draped on my best performance smile
and some nights
i take these blades and tear at my wings
until panging agony drips down my bloodshot eyes
but it doesn't feel like enough
it never does
no matter how much i try