all the boys and young men
tried to woo me:
flashing their mercedes and fancy gifts
like that would be the key
to get me,
missing entirely
that i was not another thing
they could buy easily.
only if they knew:
i'm the rich princess from their dreams,
wanting to meet someone non-existent
from pages and pages of unread scenes.
i'd waited ages,
lost in all my visions
of someone whom i'll one day see
and until then
i'd vowed to sleep
and rest myself from boys
and their silly courting tricks.
until one day,
you walked in, not caring
who i was, what i did,
my name a mystery.
and then you took me
for a long, long drive
telling me stories of your life
as i listened patiently.
and to you i revealed my real name,
i stopped pretending to be
anyone who was not me.
i was simply me:
i smiled, i laughed genuinely,
and left myself consciously unaware
of everywhere you were taking me.
we'd be friends i said,
do you remember darling?
