I raise my gaze toward the pale blue sky, staring out my window as I watch the world go by. Pale cheek pressed against a ****** hand, I daydream of travelling across unknown lands. Fantasy worlds and magic forests tug at the back of my mind, things that only characters in books could ever really find. But always stuck in my room, nothing around, how can I truly know what wonders abound? To a prisoner, fiction is being free -- something that I know I never will be. My frail fingers trace the words engraved on the window's wood -- "Your mind will let you be what no one else ever could." Except how can it really let me live if life is a present that no one will give?
Trying something new :) This one kind of reminds me of Repunzel, though it was partially inspired by the lockdown.
You'd think that by now, I would know better than to fall for someone like you; that my heart would have realized falling for someone so unreachable was foolish. You'd think that years of heartbreak and betrayal would have taught me that some people are simply meant to be alone... that I'm simply meant to be alone.
You'd think I'd know better than to try and make myself beautiful for you, that years of failed attempts to cover my flaws with foundation and mascara would have been enough. That I'd have realized by the third time that words of love are just words of lies; that love is only given to those who deserve it... and that I don't deserve it.
I thought I knew better; knew that my dreams of a happily ever after were no more than the dreams of a naive schoolgirl, pining after a man that would never exist... a man that would never love her. Knew that Sunday mornings spent curled up with the love of your life were only for those who didn't have to try, that love was supposed to be effortless. Knew that I would never be, will never be the one anyone wants, that my soul was too tainted and imperfect to have a mate. That somebody like you was just a fantasy.
Cause you made me beautiful among a million stars And I keep asking myself what had teared us apart And I know I can't have you Cause you're untouchable Cause you're the type to fall in love with the moon So beautifully unreachable
I loved you from the very start And still love you from afar 'Cause you have my heart
i can see you, you aren't invisible and neither am i, But you're like smoke, slipping through my fingers. i can't reach you, i can't hug you, No matter how far i stretch for you, No matter how loud i scream, How hard i cry, How big i smile, you're like a work of fiction that i can't experience, But i'd like to. i do want you.
i'm overwhelmed that i'll wake up, And we won't get to hold each other, So filled with emotion, i could turn into smoke. . .
I'm squirrel watching. I'm watching you and those buxom cheeks, filled by twitchy nibbles. Then frozen features as you pause to look right at me, trapped and double glazed, impotent indoors. And I wince a little, my tummy tickles as you return to your meal with another bite from your nimbly nutgrasping paws.