Johnny Appleseed


I am 3, the crown of your achievements, the apple of your eye. I don’t know better

yet I am four

pining for my lost definition of

who I am and what I am to be about

and you are the apex of all my desires

and this is the beginning of the ending of most of them

because

you were not the King I thought you were,

not worthy of my worship and unconditional love

but when I gave that up

I realized

I wasn’t so special

not a princess at all

You’re not ever coming to pick me up

Time,

like the one hundred dimes

I used to call you

and I waited there

on my suitcase

by the door

but no more

The woman I am

cannot forget the child I was

so full of promise, belief, and love

crushed

waiting by the door

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