Oh, Wendy Darling

Oh, Wendy Darling.
You really thought you were special
Playing together, it was only pretend
Everything about him is
m a k e - b e l i e v e.
You thought that you were different, didn't you?
Even though you knew he'd been in "love"
So many times before.
He's forgetful,
No matter how he promises
He won't remember you
He hardly remembers anthing after it's happened
Because he's a little boy
He cannot dwell on past actions
Because that would imply growth
And he will n e v e r grow up
So when Hook is finally defeated and
The Lost Boys are itching to meet Mrs. Darling
Don't expect him to come along and live
H a p p i l y e v e r a f t e r
With you.
Go home, Wendy
To your drawer of dreams
And you keep that kiss of his
On the corner of your mouth
But always remember while you dream of him
He won't be dreaming of you.

Sorry About the Light

Something I wrote last year when I was bored in one of my classes about someone I felt that I had let down.

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There was a time when I thought
that I could really make a difference for you.
I wanted to be there for you always.
I could see it—me inspiring you to be a better person
and you following me blindly as I would shine for you.
It didn't work out that way, obviously.

I can't shine.
My light just... went out.

I wasn't looking, wasn't paying attention
and some gust of wind blew it out.
It makes me cry because it was so bright then.
Brighter, maybe, than it has ever been.
But my fire wasn't safe and I?
I wasn't guarding it as I should have been.

I don't want to bore you with the details
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry.I'm sorry I can't be a light for you.
I'm sorry I broke that secret promise we made to you
that Thursday night after we saw your wavering glow.
But my light went out.

How could I possibly help rekindle yours
if my own is simply ashes?