​Princess in Glass

Light detachment — as if watching through glass
while peers connect, lovers attach & reject.

“She holds her own, knows what’s best.
She decides the tone, not out of respect — but as a test.”

As if not the same species,
a direct threat. Viewed from the rearview: best. She’s longing yet already left.

She makes you feel, then she’s gone.
Hot and cold, snowy within her globe. Ice that glows.

She doesn’t want to be a score,
yet from love she is deeply scorned.
Now she mirrors the tragedy a broken song.

She’s the mirror of a moment and shatters,
finding happiness in fairtytales & never.

Gone by dawn Loved as illusion— love = confusion