I see your crystal scars and your forgotten tears.
You smirk, and pocket your emotions, but I see your fear
cracking across your chin and your cheeks.
You are scared because I am growing up
and I am leaving you.

You head is stuck in that book titled Neverland,
and you do not want me to depart from our epic love story.
You want me to rest my head on your heart
And whisper tales of heroism in your ear.
You want to put medicine on my bruises,
whip my nose bleeds,
and tell me stories until I fall asleep,
but I have to grown up and
one day you will have to too.

You just do not want to admit that
we cannot play this game anymore,
and pretend that we are immoral lovers,
fighting pirates,
drinking bourbon with Indians,
and getting our feet wet in the sand.
I can no longer live in a world
where mermaids swim in the high seas,
and fairies grant wishes with a mere snap of a finger.

You use to say love never existed, but then you meet me
and you became selfish.
You wanted to get drunk off kisses,
play pretend under the Hangman’s Tree,
and jump into danger with only a dagger to protect you.
I can no longer remain in a shell of a little girl,
and wear my innocents in the form of night gowns and hair ribbons.

You just have to understand that I leaving you.

I see the realization on your young face, and the knowledge in your green eyes.
You laugh maliciously, and play the bad guy to cope with my exit,
but you are so much more than a rebel
that has been called an orphan and a lost boy.

I know you are waiting for are next adventure,
but I am no longer playing our little game.
You have to understand that life is not a story
with happy endings and church bells.

I have turned eighteen,
but you shy away from the truth that
you cannot be Peter anymore and I cannot be Wendy.
You know deep down that I am never coming back
to our current Neverland.
and I’m sorry for leaving you
and our story un-finished.

I do not want you to cry if you miss me,
or pray for me to come back to you one day
because I won’t.
However, if you need to visit me for whatever reason,
you can find me on the second star to the right
and straight on till morning.

In our land called reality.
You can find me in a place called a graveyard.
In a plot in the ground where living forever with cancer does not exist.

I wish I could have had forever with you Peter,
but even Wendy knows deep down that our Neverland, sadly,
only exists in living.

For the first time I am flying into the stars without you.
I am sightless, and my hand is empty instead of warm.
Even from up in the sky, I know your breaking.
I can see your crystal scars and your forgotten tears,
but I can also see a faint smile playing on your lips,
Because you still see me,
Up in the stars,
embarking on another adventure
that you wish you could still be a part of…

One Day.