Dear Cotton Candy Princess,<\/p>\n
Who knew that with shaking hands,
\nyou’d kill your captors,
\nno prince needed.<\/p>\n
Who knew that with trembling eyes,
\nyou’d challenge your suitors to
\nlisten,
\nunderstand,
\ntrust.<\/p>\n
Do you have to answer to each other for
\nevery dragon slayed?
\nevery witch enraged?
\nevery promise broken?
\nevery heart stolen?<\/p>\n
Who knew that with aching intentions you’d devour yourself.
\nEat yourself whole, to examine each part.<\/p>\n
Did you really take a knife and preform your own autopsy?<\/p>\n
Here was where you created your own tourniquet and filed for divorce.
\nHere was where, in your desperation to be loved,
\nyou went bobbing for love in acid, and came away with cavities and raw skin.
\nHere was where the gun was cold on your temple and the restraining order was paper in your hands,
\nand the man was horrible monster.
\nHere was where you whittled away as much of the rot as you could.
\nHere is where the scars shine
\n-soft pink and kissable.<\/p>\n
Who knew that when love finally arrived,
\nhe’d be every wish you ever made
\n– to your stuffed animals
\n– to falling stars
\n– to the moon
\n– to yourself.<\/p>\n
Every wish, every promise, every pray –
\nmade flesh and bone, almost two years before you were born,
\nbefore you ever even knew what you wanted,<\/p>\n
He was there.<\/p>\n
Motorcycle speeds, slick kisses, and stability – a potent potion for learning to love yourself again.
\nWho knew that with machinery, patience, and absolute tenderness, he’d heal you.<\/p>\n
He knew.
\nHe knew so that you could too.
\nHe knew until you both did.<\/p>\n
Best regards,<\/p>\n
Cotton Candy Queen<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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