I saw your face upturned at the darkened sky,
And as you reached for the moon,
Kissing her softly,
The stars glittered with bitterness.

I admired you, the boy that the moon loved.
I saw your lips dance across the night,
Watched you pull at the blanket of the sky,
And I understood the jealousness of the stars.

Because even if your eyes were full of starlight,
Your lips still bore her moonbeams.

Snow white powdered geisha moon
Peering in my dim bedroom
Casting shadows on the wall
Satin cloud sleeves quiet full
Of brooding mood and jealousness
Because the suns hues when they set
Outshine that pale paste face of yours
Instead of many palette hers

Written by Sara Fielder © Oct 2012

Every good thing must come to an end.
Everytime they'll be a side that doesn't win.
One will be left with a broken heart,
And one will be fine when they part.
One will struggle to fall asleep,
And one will find another one to keep.
The heart never breaks evenly.
One side pain is always much stronger.
There is no way to weather this storm,
No medicine to heal the scorn.
The pain will burrow deep within,
The mind will collapse and and grow dim.
The thought of how it all began will stick around,
The first date will replay without sound.
All that will be seen within are smiles and laughs,
The way you looked in her eyes and took a gasp.
The way you thought to yourself "How'd i get so lucky"
The thought that maybe it'll be me.
You lean in for the first kiss,
Scared to think what will happen next.
Wandering if your strong enough to fall,
Wandering if you should tear down that wall.
Maybe this one will always be there for me,
Maybe this one would like to care for me.
Thoughts are racing through your head,
Your heart sinks down and drops dead.
The first date goes by with out a hitch,
11:11 comes on the clock and you make a wish.
You wish that this one will last,
That this one will clear your past.
The days turn to weeks and the weeks to months,
Your both having fun not worrying once.
Then someone from their past comes into light,
Suddenly she remembers a past delight.
The anger begins to flow when you see this,
Your eyes become green with jealousness.
The smiles you once carried together suddenly fade,
Those lovely smiles just fade away.
A small rip in one sides heart begins to form,
While the others is being reborn.
As the **** goes deep and the ***** gets steeper,
One sides mind begins to crumble,
The drinks start flowing down with every angry mumble,
You don't know how to get her back,
To fix your hearts deadly crack.
You'd do anything to push the new guy away,
To convince your baby to just stay.
To have her remember all the good times you've had,
That us together really wasn't that bad.
Your heart pounds at night,
Because you can see whats in sight.
You know whats about to come,
That she has already chosen someone.
That someone isn't you,
And you no that you'll be blue.
And you knew that this would happen,
There was no way you could stop them.
All you wanted was for her to see,
For her to see what you could be,
But in the end this is how life will go.
One ends with a crushed heart,
One ends with a new start.

With all the cuts and bruises
All the scars and stretch marks
All the bumps and humps
I still love you as you are

With all the craziness
The bullyness
The over jealousness
And the never ending appetite
I love you as you are

With all your perfect imperfections
All your mistakes
All the ugly and the beautiful
The bad and the good
I love you as you are

And till death do us part
I will take you as you are

I will only say this once The Girl with Green Eyes can have her perfect life just without me to save her. I was always her hero. To her I was the perfect vulnerable girl who she could rebuke.
Am I crazy? Yes. Am I beautiful? Hell yeah! Do I need The Girl with Green Eyes? Hell no! She needs me to keep her life interesting and I am sick of her act. I always supported her at choir concerts, musicals and recitals. She always forgot that I existed until we started praying together and singing in praise band together. I am not the only crazy one in the friendship. She abandons anyone who sins more than she does. She patronize and Christianize anyone she can't control. She got a rare cancer while I was in college. She once told me how her doctor visits went.
She never gave up her ego, envy, selfishness and jealousness so she isn't perfect. She wonders why she is empty when she should be wondering why she gave up on people who could have redeemed her. Checkmate princess.

Sunflower seed spits, gun for hire, Vibe with Corey shades, knowing he full of secrets.
Ignite the cowards that run for Mother,
Another prideful story, gone astray like Icarus.
That leaves a sour taste in our mouths like some black licorice.
Gunpowder sure exceeds the promise, none the wiser, distracted by ripened glory days;
Of Self-absorbed anointed hubris.
Recite the honours of made-up powers,
Another greedful story, gone astray like Faro Argyus.
Starseed over, I need just one more beer, so make haste, 'cause I can't go without the liquorish.
Yes, this is such a fine ***-hour for a dumbfounded minor wasted into a plastered blurry haze.
Another gluttonous story, gone astray like my dear friend Marcus.

Perhaps this as far as we gets.
Stuck in a lapse; gazing over the white picket fence.
But grass ain't always greener.
For without perspective suckers stay dense.
& get jipped by the cleaners.

Reap the bonfire or heed humility dear son,
Gotta watch out for your own ship or get piled into your own ****.
Brutal truth hits the deepest, calling out the spades of a man-child gone amiss.
Never grateful of the things he gets.
A jealousness that stems from a deep seated emptiness.
Another envious story, gone astray like Sir Topas.
**** Maslow and his needs, I’d rather stay ignorant, never fitting in like a real life misfit.
Stuck in a Mid life crisis, just another midnight with another mistress undressed.
**** consequences and the interest, never pay the piper, let plan B be my witness.
Just another lustful story, gone astray like Kitty Bennett from Pride and prejudice.
Stoke the fire, burn down buildings and towers, remember the fallen, but there ain’t no Batman in our darkest hour.
Just a bunch of chaotic jokers that have decision making powers, ready to go nuclear.
So better say your prayers cause life just ain’t fair.
Another wrathful story, gone astray like…

(Sirens sounds and sounds of bombs going off interrupting my sentence, basically inferring that I was about to say ‘like us.’ But it was too late to say so. Also I didn’t mention sloth purposefully, the idea being I was too lazy to do so.)