fairytale

we don't resemble
we merely share those same old stories.
unspoken promises
of happy endings turned
by the natural cycle of creation.
but what does one believe
when they've received countless copies
of this lone borrowed dream?
what's said between the lines rings 
louder and louder
as you move to release
the latches to the pen
your blind loyalty regarded as a 
reasonable accommodation.
forsaking attachment to the acceptable
strengthens the internal call
meant to move you.