I would crawl to cover you, smother you in shit.
I loved you once.
(such a bright and shiny love) once.
Now here we are strapped in endless circles
Seven stories down.
A hell, Our hell (oh what a bright and shiny hell).
Tho sometimes when you tilt your head and smile at me
(such a smile),
I think, maybe,
I want to wrap my legs about your waist,
And tumble, fumble, mumble back to love with you.
But then you speak
and your words make lies of your lips.
And I slip-slide my way ever more towards hating you.
Most Days
Most days she just sits and stares
And dreams of white knights and shining steeds,
And watches days that pass her by.
Most days she lifts a hand
To wave at adoring cheering crowds
That line the insides of her head
Most days she fails to hear
The little voice that won’t be quiet
The one that tells her it’s not real.
But some days when she’s wide awake
She can see them sitting there,
Anxious faces cast with concern.
And some days she will smile and wave
At people lined around her bed.
And dreams of white knights and shining steeds,
And watches days that pass her by.
Most days she lifts a hand
To wave at adoring cheering crowds
That line the insides of her head
Most days she fails to hear
The little voice that won’t be quiet
The one that tells her it’s not real.
But some days when she’s wide awake
She can see them sitting there,
Anxious faces cast with concern.
And some days she will smile and wave
At people lined around her bed.
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