there was once a boy who never grew up

I’m sitting here at the bottom of my own wheel of fortune, the lowest of the low in the relationship caste system. But instead of getting off the wagon im travelling on, putting the pain to bed and working out where the hell i start again, i’ve realised that something has to give – if my relationship ideals are to stay the same then something has to change.

If you knew me, you’d see a veritable Peter Pan, floating through life but never never seeming to land. A youthful outlook, no cares for the future, onwards to the next adventure! But if i’m honest with myself i’m not Peter, i’m Tinkerbell.

I’m a sparkle, destined to be a flight of fancy for a short time before it burns out, a toy to be played with before something more exciting comes along. I might look and act like peter on the outside, never caring what happens next but i’m really feeling like i’m stuck on the outside looking in.

How i change this i don’t know, all i know is that you might think being a fairy is perfect for this time of year, but this tinkerbell wants someone for life not just for christmas.

Kx

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