He wants to be her knight,
but she doesn’t need saving.
* * *
Boys before
kept her in tears,
kept her in chains.
Holes ripped
in the world
by their passion.
With you
she feels less
pain.
She feels
less.
Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
He wants to be her knight,
but she doesn’t need saving.
* * *
Boys before
kept her in tears,
kept her in chains.
Holes ripped
in the world
by their passion.
With you
she feels less
pain.
She feels
less.
Cast out by false fathers
who profess love
but imprison creativity,
she finds herself in the company
of those she despises,
trying to hide her true face,
what’s bad inside her
legend told by fathers who seek
to keep their women weak.
The only weak woman
is the one
who doesn’t know herself.
Oh, tell me a story
of she who begins
unwanted and then is chosen.
Family.
Not those we are born to, but those who make us whole.
Not what tears us apart, but what ties us together.