Unknown I'm lost In a wonderland a world I’ll never remember where I'm going or the way home. The mad hatter laughs at my scrunched up face and the cat smiles pierce my skin. That slimy smile that greatest laugh, I'm lost in wonderland, could I be lost with you. But no your in neverland flying in the sky fighting pirates flirting with mermaids I think I’ll go and hide cuz the queen is searching for my head and I’m close to being dead. But tweedle dee and tweedle dum har far for my sight searching for the rabbit who is all shades a white. But white has left this place and all I see is read until the queen with finding me and sure will have my head.
I built us a house in my mind Imagine us sitting by the fire and looking into each others eyes Like a cheesy romantic scene from a 50s movie I swoon over you and let you consume my whole world But life is not a romantic comedy And the fairytale ending I created for us shattered When you told me you didn't love me like that Anymore
I'm on my knees Trying to pick up the pieces and I cut my hands but I still try and put us back together
A screen hums And I turn to see it playing back all the times you made me smile And of us laying down on a dock, listening to a song that reminded me of you, and staring at the stars deciding which one we would call ours And of me listening to your heart beating as you slept and feeling like I could never love anyone like I loved you again.
The hardest part of getting over you is the remembering I want to remember the bad things Like the first time you made me cry I want to remember why I left you in the first place And why didn't you try to fight for us
And I sat there and squeezed my head with my hands and screamed "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? WHY CAN'T I FORGET YOU? WHY DO I STILL LOVE YOU?" As you turn to you leave I catch a glimpse of your face It was as if a switch turned off in your head, it was soulless I feel a tug at my neck as you walk away with a rope in your hand Oblivious to where that rope ends.
“Once upon a time” The age old fairytale About each perfect little princess Finding her perfect little male From birth into adulthood We read about princes and knights We’re promised a perfect match To join us on our plight So we sigh and sit and wait Or sit and work and sigh Always quietly wondering If our prince has passed us by Then with each lunar passing And each trip around the sun Our age brusquely informs us That our prince may never come No knights on noble steeds Ride up to right our wrongs There is no handsome nobleman To play us his love songs Except for those of course Whose love proves insincere The ones who leave us jilted And actualize our greatest fears With each disappointment Another petal falls away Slowly killing any magic Leftover from our early days Until one day an unassuming Handsome man appears Offers a ride on his white horse Then promptly disappears
The old and faithful Spriggan As dark as the vast cold Stygian To where his body lay beneath With all his love to never bequeath A love as pure as the white sweet alison Though always to deny, this eternal malison The lady they loved bore wealth of gold Though soon she too would never grow old
MAYBE I'll ask the Sun to stay high Atop its perch for a little while, So its rays may bathe you in a glow, A radiance, with not an inch of shadow To hide the elegance that's stood before me.
MAYBE I'll beg the stars to hide, Take a night off from lighting the sky, For your smile brings about the brightest shine. Or implore them to do so with more vibrancy So that we may dance beneath such beauty.
MAYBE I will do all of this, create A day that will never fade, never age, Capture just a fraction of the passion, That raw, tangible attraction and affection Into what MAY BE that one single moment, That everlasting, timeless memory - The very essence of You and Me.
The by-product of planning a surprise for the muse.
You're magnetic, so attractive. You're hypnotic, so seductive. You're angelic, majestic, All kinds of fantastic. Unbelievable and inconceivable, Your grip on me untraceable And your presence is irreplaceable, Truly inescapable. Wouldn't try even if I was capable.
I feel like Pinocchio made of wood, held up by strings, hoping to be a real boy but never reaching my goal. Wishing for my own fairy godmother. To be saved from the whale inside of me. This darkness in my soul Devouring every good thought. And every speck of light. I have water filling up my lungs now. No land in sight I am driftwood, Floating in the sea I strain to see past the darkness Still wishing my impossible wish Hoping to be a real boy.
I'm ftm, and I'm having a bad dysphoria day. I feel like I'll never be who I want, and Pinocchio seemed the the best metaphor.