call me your imaginary lover, miss pretend, your concentrated fantasy, a night that never ends, the prettiest delusion your mind ever made believe, a pocket full of pixie dust, your self-prescribed reprieve, the sandman tried to warn you not to get lost in a dream, you took your wishful thoughts and said, “they look real to me,” your mind could only conceive what it thought could never be, felt better to be trapped there than lost in reality,
under a pretend sky in a myth you made believe, it’s just imaginary you and imaginary me.
She thinks all she ever stole from me were a few shirts and some pens. She thinks all she ever got from me were objects and bitter words. Little does she know how much more she took and could've taken if she had stayed.
someday i’ll be too busy to notice the vampires the sun wakes me up and i know who i am maybe the chaos will always be there but i’ll find a way to break it down into mulch and grow pears and herbs and gardenias from what’s left of me it takes a while to accept that the shadows matter and i can’t pretend to know the watermelon lollipop without the tongue that exists only to melt it away to turn it into nothing until all that’s left is a paper stick it might feel like freedom now but it can’t forever i’ll pull down the curtains and never snooze an alarm again the worst thing i can think of is writing the same poem each day for the rest of my life and everyone knowing it but me
Leave them, Leave it, Watch out, Move in, Not enough, Close the door, Open up. You will die You will not cross their minds They will spit on your grave Few will visit with flowers Few will drop their tears Down on the mudd that emerged with your remains. I blacked out when I was born. My eyes were black My future is black It is dull It is foolish to think It will ever get better Mood swings, I take it all out on myself Nobody will ever understand but myself. And they will still be blinded by Plans and traditions and so and so.
Pretend I am dead Although, I feel dead They still see me, Hug me, Kiss me.
I go look in the mirror to Make sure it is all real.
the birds are flying backwards (you and I are still together) the fish swim on land (you unpack your bags) the attic is below ground (you walk into my room) the sky is red (you tell me you always loved me) the grass is gray (you tell me you still do)