oh how she struggled &
fought with the mighty hands
of the clock
which spelled her
daily doom.

where did mr. sandman go?
he is some other where &
she was forced yet again
to face the burden of the day.

i love your tousled
gold hair,
the way you absentmindedly
put your pinky
in your mouth
as you scroll through your phone.

i love the shades of blue
in your eyes,
a deep blue that
mirrors that of the deep
sea.

all in all,
i don't know you
but I dare say
that i love you already.

the incessant screaming of
"you fat ****",
"if you weren't fat it would fit nicely" and
"nothing suits you except ugly clothes"
brought her to tears,
until she couldn't stand.
and so in her new frock
she wept silently to herself,
kneeling on the floor
in front of her closet,
as if there were deities
in there that demanded her
worship.

"shall we?" Jay Gatsby uttered.
we took each step
cautiously,
as if we were
treading carefully
on each other's
soul.
and it made me a little sad,
that I could never be his
anymore.

"our love will last forever."
they said,
as they drank the chemicals
together.
but how long is forever?

100 years,
they celebrate
with a huge party,
just the two of them.

150 years,
they celebrated
at home with a cake,
just the two of them.

200 years,
"I'm 230 years old."
"so am I."
"don't you think we're a little old?"
"no,
we are together
f o r e v e r."

she decided she had enough of loved ones
dying and stopped the ministrations.

she withered away by
the end of the day
&
the poor boy
cried alone,
forever.

sometimes i think
i have a glass case around an
oblivious you.
i watch you from outside
and i observe your every
move.
but gradually,
i start to notice after
all the events,
that really I was
in that glass case,
observing you from inside,
never moving,
just looking.

a man and a mother watch as the girl moved to the beat of the music.
the man turned to the woman and said,
"there's nothing wrong with her,
she's a dancer."