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Fairytales
by Benjamin Chow

I still believe in fairy tales.
You sowed a seed where many failed,
every morning waking up the sound of rock and heavy steel,
livin' a life of habit,
givin' up tryin' to grab it and demand that it give me the fullest
or I'd let him have it,
I was static,
but you made me panic when you walked into a room,
lifted the gloom, like the veil of a bride
by the hands of the groom,
I thought it was too soon
but I still believe in fairy tales,
you showed my feet a kinder trail,
singing down the concrete of this city like a minor scale,
mysterious,
you said you were a book
and your skin was written in Braille
so to look was not enough,
you taught me how to read you
well enough to call your bluffs and see through
what we knew was too good to be
true
but I still believe in fairy tales.
You scoffed at all these maidens frail,
you could kill your own dragons- didn't need a male
in a shabby t-shirt with a shining pen,
didn't need admiring men
with their dicks sewed into their sleeves, who didn't say thank you or please,
you told me to hold you,
and in my arms you were received with gentleness.
You don't believe in fairy tales,
in wonderlands or holy grails-
I cannot blame you. None of them
can ever change what's truly real
but we became explorers of a terrain
that was our own,
we turned habit into habitation into home,
we roamed through undergrowth
where bass lines
beat the heart of a city out of sync,
we spent nights collecting our forty winks
at the bar,
some nights we spent charting our own stars, impossible,
so far, just optical illusions
but we held strong together now
through stormy weather now
solutions we found 'em- we can break it down better now
and I still believe in fairy tales
though we measure by a different scale;
I don't need a happy ending just to feel that it was real I know I still have time to kill I need to will myself to fill this on my own,
so now that I'm alone,
I won't spend endless hours blowing wishes by the phone.
I'll just write you a poem.
We all write little fairy tales, though sometimes we forget,
I know you've got your own, and it isn't over yet.