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A/N: This is a little different than most fan fictions on this site. I've written this format for other fan fiction universes, but this is my first Tangled attempt. This is a poem I wrote and broke into sections. In each chapter following this I will expand on the sections. I hope you enjoy it. For news on updates, make sure you check out my twitter: ravenswrite

GIRL Quixotic
((every breath she draws is rhapsody))
((he needs her to breathe))

[prologue]

i.)
she is a rainbow
all bending color && whim(sea)
unsure where she starts
not caring where she ends
she hides (her treasure)

ii.)
he is a shadow
disappearing in darkness
attached
(un)noticed
false words a cloak
his world is backwards

iii.)
bed time stories && nursery rhymes
wishes are
h.o.r.s.e.s
mirror[rorrim] image meanings
she cannot break out
of this
looking
glass
world

iv.)
whirling dervish
tsunami force
she forces him
hand (over)
fist
"what good is a loveless life?"
"good enough."

v.)
s|h|a|t|t|e|r|e|d windows
falling
d
o
w
n
d
o
w
n
UP
superstition sticks to her teeth
how tall is the sky?
so much is out of reach

vi.)
he is her wish (craft)
she maps stars in his eyes
draws promises from his skies
he makes rules (to break them)
"things are most interesting
when they fall a|p|a|r|t."

vii.)
"I used to drown in gold."
hemorrhaging memories
jagged edges
there is no: (stop, rest, home)

viii.)
she obsesses over infection
what it feels like to be (inside) someone
to feed on blood && bones
he does not explain
she should know
she is killing him

ix.)
he calls them truths
u|n|f|o|l|d|e|d
like a poor man's love letters
mercurial moments
she gets cut on his edges

x.)
she dreams dragons && death
her lips too ripe to keep a secret
chameleon moods a labyrinth
he has lost his: (mind, way, heart)

xi.)
her tumult is a bewitched burden
with gossamer wings
and sharp SHARP teeth
daughter of Demeter
pomegranate laced promises
love is HELL

xii.)
his skin peels off
his heart an empty page
a prayer
an elegy
a scarlet rope from a window
hope is a 4our letter word