Sleepy headed girl dreams,
Full of happy endings, and princes, and princesses, kisses, and white horses, that run until they forget that they are horses.
Only there is no prince. And the horses are dead.
And the princess dies alone and forgotten.
It's not like a story where it has to end somewhere.
It's like your body, on top of me, how it was summer and I couldn't breathe a single scent that wasn't mixed with yours.
Your sweat.
Your arms.
The only thing I remember.
I only remember memories that never seem to have actually happened.
The smell I think you'd have. Or how maybe my hair would be in my face and you'd brush it away and kiss my forehead.
Or maybe that if we were poor, or rich, you'd love me regardless.
But It's not real.
We don't roll up the carpet to dance to weird Swedish techno music on the bedroom floor.
There is no bedroom.
You would have stopped me from taking those pills, That looked Like jewels in my hands.
The blade would have stayed in the razor for another night, And I wouldn't be so alone anymore.
But memories that didnt happen are childish.
And like fairy tales, they aren't real.
And like wishes they dont come true.
And you've got to stop wishing if you want to stay sane.
And you've got to take sleeping pills to forget the tiger lightning boy that haunts your dreams.
Only they aren't dreams, they're just memories of a better life that never happened.
And I've hardly even met you tigerlightningboy.
Missouri Sucks.
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 loverxOfxThexGir · Thu May 06, 2010 @ 09:47am · 0 Comments |
