Everyone has their own fake names; fake smiles and fake optics:
So, Felicia was a fake name
she showed the world
a curtain that thickened, turns into walls
and then she’s totally clueless
on how to break and crush ‘em into balls
Born in month of showing loveliness for lover
and month to celebrate loneliness for sucker
she grows bitter and better in between
And then someone tryna show affection without hesitation
by asking, “can I buy you your favourite flower?”
not knowing that her favourite is,
She was pretty sure that all fairytales were made up
both to destroy logic and deploy dream
all kind of flowers are made of thorns and flames
that’s why they stand tall and fragile and boundless and untouched
Hail to all heroine warriors!
I will be carrying my own sword
and if you happen to be my knight
then you might be the fairest pair
And then someone with hesitation trying to show affection
by asking “can I buy you your favourite flower?”
not knowing that my favourite is actually..
dandelion—baby, it’s dandelion.
Because this time, you might need to hold your breath, darling.
take it slow, or I’ll be gone with the wind.
She born in the month of love
and remind you to not forget how to fell in love, genuinely.
Thanks to my Mom, my real warrior as I born in February. Anddd because this is February, I’ll name it “Felicia.” A name I wished to become my name, because “Erina” was too weird and too short and too lame and too-too… yes, it took years to realize that Erina is simply edgy and simply powerful and simply amazing and simply catchy and simply-simply… because that’s my name and I love to live with it for my entire life.