I imagined us dancing in the Park right near while I was looking outside the window we called each other "dear" I spun you around your hand in mine it was everything but fine it was magic not tragic it was wonderful not dreadful
your dress healed wounds as it was spinning around your eyes shone with youth so happy I found
save space
the moon passing by the stars in the sky
we danced and danced continuing on
"CUT"
"scene 30 001, take 1" "AND ACTION"
passing the crosswalk all in the dark
a car came
I screamed out your name
blood floods a puddle of shame
death I checked your breath
we didn't hear the car...
...but I did silently watching
eyes looking down my brain with regret for all what I said
"CUT CUT CUT" "TRY TO LET THEM FEEEEEL THE PAIN" "scene 30 001, take 2"
"ACTION"
little me stares at me ...she knows I'm spying out of my window here her eyes are sad she was everything she ever had the body in her hands a puddle of blood saying I'm "no good"
my imagination is cruel I say it's warning me from hell but my brain does not know I want everything I tell
my brain continues on "let's move on!" "you don't even like dancing" "stop crying before it's called dying"
"CUT" *sigh
I was in fact looking out my window. I imagined us dancing, not a fantasy, but a real moment that never happened.
I was waiting for a car to pass. Just standing there. And in that stillness, I saw it all: the closeness, the crossing, the crash. It didnβt happenβ¦ but in a way, it did.
why I wanted a car pass? idk I guess my brain says I always need to be alone, even if I know that won't help...
I would dance with you, because all the things I don't like seem stupid now, it's all holding me back, maybe it's like Charlie Mackesy says "that's the wild, don't fear it", but I'm not ready Charlie... maybe I'll never be... we'll see...
I think I like the idea, but how more I read it how stupid the poem is, to me it was a whole scene playing in my head, I don't know how to put everything in words...