Just a puzzling fairytale..

When you look into her eyes you see blisters
And you wonder what she's been going through
As a man you want to fix her
But as a woman she doesnt want you to
She needs someone to listen with out judgement
Or tricky sayings or motives
With out wisdom that sounds flat out redundant
And opinions that are deadly corrosive
She needs love but you remind her too much of a fairytail that she once puzzled
The one with the picket fence and babies that were born through perfectly married couples
So she pushes you away because she doesnt believe in fairytales
To her youre just a lost unicorn that needs to stay on it's stupid, perfectly drawn carousel
You're not understanding, because last time you checked she was the fantasy
The one who wore those beautiful clothes that changed the very fabric of your chaotic reality
Like oxygen turning into gold
How can a dandelion turn into a rose after it's been blown
How does her unconscious words become the DNA of your very soul
You're real, not fake or bogus or have a sign on your back that says "made in tokyo"
You're the truth, the babe ruth, the Blue and not some average everyday Pinocchio.