Cinderella was too late.

"don't look at me"

"but you're beautiful"

***

The real world isn't like a fairy-tale. When you run away with tears streaming down your face, he isn't going to run after you, grab your arm, pull you into the homely feel of his chest and kiss your forehead--tell you that you're beautiful and that he wants you back. 

No. 

He's just going to walk away and feel a little pang over the fact that he made you cry ("justalittlebitiswear").

And when you're ready, he'll say sorry.

But you'll never be really ready,

And he'll never be really sorry.

Ballerina.

i need to find my balance

before i fa- oops.

f

 a

  l

   l

    i

     n

       g

tipping over into nothing-ness

.

it's... kind of comfortable here

isn't it?

Gravity.

you spoke and, 

my heart fell out of my chest

and kissed the ground

"  c  h  e  a  p  "

but my love for you comes without a price

Sunny side up?

The clouds roll over your collar bones

and fade away to wisps in your sapphire eyes

i imagine picnics spent in the crook of your arm

and the smell of home in your chest

spring is almost here

Pathetic Attempt.

I hide my soul from piercing eyes,

Whispered words swim in lies.

I weep in silence, I cry in fear,

shadowed eyes veil broken tears.

Shatter the truth and break me apart,

trace the jagged lines running down my heart,

feel the blossoming bruise from hailing rain,

drenching me in bitter p a i n .

Taste of spring

he was stupid,

but he was in love,

and in the end he finally found that girl he wanted,

and that takes a lot of commitment

so, now what?

 (guess we can't all be rainbows and butterflies)

Just fine.

"I'm Fine."

"define what you mean by 'Fine'"

"Fucked up. Why do you care?"

"Why would I ask otherwise?

Polychrome.

Like a disease,

footprints are mapped out for me,

in polychromatic lines of nausea.

I'm seasick, almost.

Perfume.

Your scent still lingers in my sheets and dances across my pillows,

like a fleeting ghost escaping my grasp [e s s e n c e ofyouandme]

I roll in you/me/us and find a home in your fading warmth--

goodbye.

see you again?

(i kind of still want to, just to make sure it wasn't a dream)

Dreaded words.

"Hey, we need to talk..."

the air around her evapourates,

she can't breathe, she can't breathe, 

no, no, no

she doesn't want this to happen,

this thing of her darkest nightmares

no, no, no--

Feeling the tears burning her eyes, 

she looks up at him and whispers,

"oh..okay."

no. no. no.

Line dancing.

I'm treading lightly on the in-between

balancing on the thin edge of reality and fantasy

and once in a while i step on a crack.

Catch me if I fall?

11:11 Wishes

A shooting star fell from your eyes

and burnt a hole in my heart.

Smooth out my creases with your tender touch,

and make me whole again

What would I be without you?

I ever don't want to find out.

is it hard to hold it in?

I can feel love pouring out from your skin,

feel it pulsate with every sharp take of breath between your teeth

 between my bottom lip and yours, trembling with anticipation

"slow down..."

You're gasping, fingers sliding down my sides,

engraving the memory of your touch and mine into flesh.

"i can't...no more..."

How do I tell you that I want you to stop,

without wanting you to stop

(please, devour me).

It's hard for me too,

I'm overflowing.

Letter 06: A Stranger

Dear Beautiful-Stranger-with-the-most-beautiful-eyes-i-will-ever-see-that-will-render-me-senseless-speechless-and-invade-my-dreams-and-seize-hold-of-my-darkest-desires,

Take me away, into your world.

Love,

(maybe even at first sight) 

To-be-Stranger.

Rollercoaster.

And it's wonderful, exhilarating even--you can feel the winds chasing each other through your hair and the warmth of the sun bathing your face in a golden glow as you race up towards the breaking clouds. She tells you that it feels like flying, and you tell her that maybe if you stretch out your hand and reach upwards, you can almost touch the sky [and sink into it's infinite serenity.]

Almost.