Atychiphobia

dear Princess Celestia

i wish

we were tempted
to hurt one another less

i may

sometimes
start our fights
because i need You
to see me
and show
anything at all

i wish

that when i
go above and beyond
all the lessons You
give me
that there would be praise
and awe
instead of pulling me back down
with stories
of wax wings
coloring outside of the lines
and every way You insist
on force-feeding me
humble pie

i might

{swallow just one more feeling
to keep us
from
yet another fight
but when i see
You feel anything
the fractures
in the mare You are
i want to burn all over again
one day
soon or never
i will write to
the diary that had been
my friend
instead
it has become
another piece of You}

have the birthday wish
that i wish tonight
that tomorrow does not bring another fight
{and my eyes will not be puffy and seeing red tomorrow}
so that tomorrow will be right

Yours forever and ever after

sunset shimmer