For The Girl In Me

The poet in me, wants to be the princess in the poem

she wants to be the treasure at the center of the storm

She longs to find adventure and not settle for the norm

to find her truest happiness, in all its varied forms

I prefer to be the bridesmaid, being the bride takes too much work

I was faithful to a man who wasn't, and carried all that hurt

I went from socially well known, to an outcast, introvert

I'd rather be here all alone, than live a life on high alert

So, write me sonnets of the flowers

and wind wisping through my hair

Sit and talk with me for hours

about, whatever we may dare

But please don't sell me promises, you don't intend to keep

I've already played that game, and I don't like being a sheep

Write me bold, beautifully spirited and don't forget to make me loud

For I am the subject of my poem, and that really makes me proud