the world crumbles to ash around you as you climb the tower;
she set the fire and all you did was watch.
there's a reason they locked the princess away.
and still you desperately,
want to save her.
iii. that's the truth about humans:
we are selfish to our very core.
surviving each apocalypse, building ourselves from the ground up --
it's not strength,
we don't want to give up our lives so easily.
iv. we are no exception.
v. picture this:
pushed apart by
thorns & dragon teeth
we claw our way through the brambles
to fall into each other's arms.
you wish you could call it love;
but you were an outcast and she was a prisoner.
love has no place besides desperation.
vi. somewhere down the line, you started wondering
is it better to save someone else,
or to save yourself?
a hero would always save others.
but the dragon --
the dragon just wants to live.
vii. this time, you climb the tower and swear things will change.
you kiss a girl holding fire in her palms
and you kill the princess.
viii. you run.
this is a tragedy in three parts:
you, her, and the world watching you come crashing back to earth.
there's no hero and no villain in this one;
you are both the cause and the effect
ix. she spins flames into butterflies
and melts down the gold in her crown.
you lose your dragon teeth in favor of gentler touches.
you kill the princess, and she kills the dragon.
the world will have to find a new story to tell;
in this one, we bury the titles shackled to us
and love the versions of us
that history forgets.
there is no guilt, no remorse,
just the light shining through
and the love you selfishly hoard from the world.