jinx

your hair is winter fire,january embers,my heart burns there, too.

how can you have lived for so long and still not get it? this self-obsession is a waste of living. it could be spent surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship, and dancing. you have been pretty lucky in love, though, if i may say so. no plot, just style, vampiric lovers, music, and other stuff.

for once, i wish you could see me for who i am, and not who you want me to be. sometimes, i don’t think you know me at all. my life is the crown, and yours is politics, and i will not trade one prison for another. i can love you and want you, and still not want that life.  i’m actually prince henry george edward james hanover-stuart fox