This is the story

Of a girl that doesn’t know what’s good for her

And is naive of the people surrounding

Because that’s all she knows

Inside of walls that are blue

Like the baby cup she used

To hold onto innocence

A part of her missing

To forget what she loved the most

Jack and coke

Yet her favorite love overall

Over powers any type of alcohol

Or baby blanket

Or addiction

It’s simply love

Though she never gets to choose it

And people say her greatest quality in life

Is wanting it more than she should

More than she gets

More than she deserves

Holding onto ideas

That someone will come rescue her

Searching for a prince

But she isn’t hidden

Like her favorite juice from the tap

Or like corpses dancing while dry bones stack

To celebrate

She shines

Like the sun on a good day

And diamonds on a clearance rack

From cracking

Twenty four hours pass

But she never lasts

Sitting in bars just to dance

Feeling something

In his hands

And it never lasts

Like the night

Hello kisses from the moon

Always stuck on a loop

Of living her life the only way she knew how to

Holding onto stories

And never reality

Because they never stopped telling her

That those with potential are heartbroken of those who waste it

While the ones with potential

Well the ones with potential they fear it

What they could be

But she

She’s afraid of everything

But more so of her next meal

Because to her

The futures never real

The fairytales aren’t real

His love isn’t real

Their choices aren’t real

She isn’t real

Though most of all

The thing she regretted her whole life

Was thinking

Love isn’t real