I'm not so sure
I believe in fairytales anymore
They're so far-fetched,
Finely etched
Into tombstones of color
My mother used to tell me
I'd be loved someday
But that could never be
I mean, just look at me
Sitting here
All alone
Constantly checking my phone
Knowing he didn't call
Knowing he never will
But wanting it so bad, it's almost real
Prince Charming took one look
At my face full of grief
And decided that was enough to leave
He found another girl,
I'm sure of it.
How could he not?
He's so full of it
Telling girls he's the only one
Their fairytale has finally begun
And they believe it too
Until it ends of course
He gets bored
And leaves
Or finds someone better
And leaves
Either way
Prince Charming ran away
And I'm left with
No hopes
No dreams
Not even fairytales
To put me to sleep.
m.c.c.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
Oh look, there goes a little bit of my mind,
where is it off to now?
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
This jacket is rather new.
It's soft and plush and light blue.
My arms stick to me inside like glue.
They trap me kind of like you.
But I do not mean to hurt your feelings.
I do somewhat enjoy your ceilings.
You see, you are my only friend.
Me and you, we're quite a trend.
I'd love to show you off to all the people at the mall.
But I'm afraid to I can't.
You are a wall.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
Shy am I,
To speak to you.
Cry will I,
If you reject me.
Weak am I,
To want to be carried by you.
Hopeless am I,
Because I know this you will never do.
Lost am I,
In your eyes.
In disbelief am I,
To feel your kiss.
Confused am I,
That you chose me.
In love am I,
With you.
Love you?
Yes I do.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
Empty holes of dark coffin spiders,
Left alone in a chamber of silence.
Sore stretched arms to push out wider,
Mind spinning full of violence.
Breathing sobs of memories,
Of the days centuries back.
When life was full of unnoticed treasuries,
Which slowly leave this cold quiet shack.
Dreading the moment when he comes,
Back to do the sick thing he loves.
Hearing the fearful beat my heart drums,
And the sound of clinking tools and his rubbery gloves.
My hope was long ago beaten,
My scars and bruises swollen.
My heart he has eaten,
My life he has stolen.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
Darting through the land once living,
Fighting the friends I once had.
A nightmare I can not avoid,
Dark clouds of red driving me mad.
The sparks of life split to ashes of smoke,
Breathing in the souls that choke me.
From those dreams I awoke,
Trying to retrieve my sanity.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
I am filled with an un-ending landscape of our love.
It began with a word and bloomed into something life-changingly infinite.
Like the universe it goes on for eternity,
never ending in all directions.
It is an island that everyone dreams of finding but is only known as a myth.
I weave through it,
never wanting to stop and take a breathe because I never want to stop discovering more.
I am lost in it,
but i know exactly where I am going,
and the path I glide along is safe, warm, and full of the soft embraces of our lips.
I can feel passions continuously flow and cling to the wind that glides through my finger tips as I travel.
Storms of bliss hit me with gusts of raining sweat and heavy breath and I feel our hearts beat like thunder.
If the colors of the land fade away or the flowers hide from me,
I will always stay on the path and gaze at the blinding perfection I will always see in you.
If the land breaks and crashes and tries to send me away, I will never leave.
If anyone comes to burn the trees or tear the grass from its roots I will risk my life to keep them from doing harm.
No matter what conditions hit our beautifully blanketed fields,
I promise that the landscape will never.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC