Princess

someday you will find the person to call you princess see it radiate through the blush of your cheeks your hushed laughter muffled by your hand the way your hair disobeys your constant tucks and twists behind your delicate ears the gravel in your voice that never shifts the way clothes drape on your curves; never cling. Princess will be your name, the way your match describes your smirks and the way you twirl the jewelry around your joints how you write your names together and the doodles you do in the margin the way you play with broken nails and stroke your forehead when you're going to weep, your lover will look longingly at you and your perfect regal ways will leave him thinking my, oh my my,