Help me to believe I'm too damaged to believe in fairy tales and true love the synchronous intersection of time and place and chance Luck to me is endless preparation meeting fortuitous opportunity in other words, we make our own luck But despite my broken body protests against hidden monsters and happy endings I feel like I've prepared my whole life for you Are you the girl I can put my faith in? A permanent fixture in my mental storage complete with knickknacks and commode? My mind is filled to the brim with brown hair and blue eyes an intellect to be reckoned with A singular talent in a one-hundred pound package We see eye-to-eye in a non-physical physical way You caress my furrowed brow with cool hands clever hands that put the fix in cradle my love-addled head dreaming of travel in rice-producing lands China and Thailand and Japan taking and taken with you Dreaming of a life of ease, with you I place my fragile faith with you Here's my heart, a three pound thing the heart is a muscle made of sinew and veins powered by life forcing blood with bellows and shouts and synchronized valves through vessels ocean-going and exploring machinelike, and sometimes it's stiff, and sometimes like stone, and sometimes freezing cold A frigid thing melting at your furnace touch the kind that movie stars bestow, like you the kind that blues singers do, like you I'll buy what you're selling and sell what you're buying and let you rearrange my mental furniture putting in pedestal sinks and hi-volume commodes the kind that when you flush the Atlantic Ocean dips an inch (never did like to flush twice) with you I'm wasteful, spoiled and rich with you I'm chocolate cake and champagne flutes with you I'm a triple-shot espresso - hold the lemon twist Like Lon Chaney, I'm a monster undeserving of you but like all monster flicks, I get you in the middle and when gut-shot by clean-shaven heroes and you see that, really, I'm the prince I'll get you in the end too Hold my hand and kiss my burning lips try to put out my eternal fire, I triple-dog-dare you write me a fairytale, full of monsters, and darkness, and a damsel distressing, and muscular heroes who save you in the end write me a fairytale full of hope and fire and true love And help me, please help me help me to believe.