I thought I'm

done loving

lost boys

until you sneaked

into my window

that night,

asking for my hand.

But I know boys like you

so well,

I've fallen for

the same pair

of lies

before.

You'd sprinkle

some sparkly,

glittery dust

on me

to make me fly

only to leave me

next morning,

stranded

between dreams

and reality.

Didn't I tell you?

My name's never Wendy.