i didn't mean to
pull the daisy from the ground
its roots dangling in exhaustion
it didn't put up much of a fight
but then again, i just wanted something beautiful for myself

i just wanted to be beautiful

TELL me how I should forget to dream
of all things that are not as they seem
HELP me know where peril lies
and who's eyes hide temperamental lies
TEACH me to forget that which I never had
but continues to haunt me, turns me mad
to think of all that I might've seen
it strangles my core, all that could've Been

the more i think about it, entangled must be one of the worst things to be
caught in someone's scheme or lie
the knot that your mother could not possibly comb out of your hair,
the blurred boundaries of what is simply dreaming and what is not
for it is potentially the most perilous

sometimes I can't help but consider the way that you see and who you see and
all that you seem to see, in it's treacherous relation to myself,
as cliché

but then again, it still hurts

but aren't i so utterly pathetic
that the love i crave is unattainable
either in the form that it exists in or the person from whom it is shown
or *both

what she (sadly) accepted after
quite some (time) is that
with the (leaves) that fell
he (no) longer existed
from across the (room) she remembers
how long she truly had him (for),
and in (fulfilling) what she had wanted for quite some time
he smothered any (dreams) that she might have dreamt the night after

and yet, lies may be the most
beautiful thing we have
that remains lovely in its entirety