Blue Garnet Girl

I'd rather scrawl a thousand words

on my wrists

and scratch out every one with a blade

until my blood runs gushing into the sink,

than discover you 

doubting the purpose of existence,

dreading continuing this precious life,

and feeling helpless.

I know we can't be

warriors

all the time.

I would be the one to know.

I fight a losing battle almost

everyday

to prove to you that I'll be your knight

in shining armor, there for the sole purpose

of saving you from the clutches of reality,

swooping you into my arms, and

sealing love with a movie-magic kiss.

They say fairytales like this are for children

but who is to say that

we are not all

children inside

and that the reason we

were told these stories when we were

young

was to give us 

the backbone

to survive the harsh reality,

where delicacy is stomped upon,

beauty is revered, coveted, and required,

and to be saved is to be weak.

But I promise, love, you are not weak to my

eyes.

You are a precious gem

locked in the rock that hides beauty

but also hides your jagged edges.

And if you haven't realized by now,

I am the miner

who is patiently

chipping away at the crystal you've

guarded your

heart

behind

and when I reach its beauty

I shall surely be blinded,

but I'd rather be blind if it meant

that I could hold your hand.