How dare he?
(Honey, you should've seen this coming.)
You never thought
sweet (kindfunnysmartsensitive)
J
E
F
F
R
E
Y
would
ever
B*R*E*A*K
your
fragilelittleheart.
r^i^p
it
O*U*T
and
D
E
S
T
R
O
Y
(stompcrushrip)
it.
(Howcouldshe?)
S
K
Y
E
had him from the beginning.
(Why didn't I see it?)
Because you're not Skye, honey, that's why.
You're
dreamy (ditzyshallowoverimaginative)
J
A
N
E
while she's
fiery (smartlogicalmarvelous)
S
K
Y
E
who looks like your mother.
{I look like my father.}
(But so do Batty and Rosy.
That's not u-n-i-q-u-e.)
You feel ready to
EXPLODE
because nobody
(N*O*B*O*D*Y)
seems to realize that
dreamers
want L.O.V.E., too,
and
NO ONE
will ever
notice that
L
O
V
E
isn't just for
fireprincesses
and that
LOVE
can also be for
dreamers
like
Y
O
U
That was one of my first attempts at a free verse poem, so please, no flames.
I'm not Jeanne Birdsall.
Please don't flame!