I always loved your solitude,
and how you stood apart,
aloof and so untouchable,
a wondrous work of art,
a knight in shining armor,
so strong and oh-so-stoic
hair and poise so perfect,
posing so heroic.
But you forgot your costume,
left it lying on my floor,
like the sparkling lies you sold me,
even as I begged for more,
as I ate up every word--
so much candy made me ill.
Superman, you've done me in...
but it was worth the thrill.
And now the ride is over,
now the wind has left our sails;
no more sugar-coated, starry-eyed
belief in fairytales.
You got your prize, but silver
wasn't good enough for you.
So go ahead and go for gold,
I'll break out the superglue
and piece me back together,
and climb back on that wall
and wait until my next prince charming
comes and makes me fall.
Yes, humpty-dumpty little me,
already back to living.
Just fine and dandy, peachy-keen...
I was always bad at fibbing.
Alright, you broke my heart,
ripped it out, still warm and beating,
and ate it right in front of me,
while I just sat there, bleeding,
and saying how I loved you,
how you shimmer in the light.
You took me in completely,
and I went without a fight.
But I'm no amateur,
and you know you weren't my first.
You were an oasis,
and for a moment, quenched my thirst.
But I must travel onward,
my journey isn't finished.
And even though I'll miss you,
my light is not diminished.
Author notes
I really hope she makes him happy.
[the little bitch]
haha...
no, really.
Comments
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You always seem to have a way . . .
to turn what, to most, comes out in platitudes or mundane, or worse, inane yatter but you have a "bent" to it. A delightful twist of thought. Sometimes (notalways) I think your word choices can be perked up a bit (but, I have seen a progression in this area) BUT your perspective is always a pleasure to read. Anyone can say you broke my heart but I'll survive, it ranks right upthere with their dog dying,their woman leaving, the car has a flat, and we ran out of beer country western stuff. But you say:
and piece me back together,
and climb back on that wall
and wait until my next prince charming
comes and makes me fall.
Yes, humpty-dumpty little me,
already back to living.
Just fine and dandy, peachy-keen...
I was always bad at fibbing.
Alright, you broke my heart,
ripped it out, still warm and beating,
and ate it right in front of me,
while I just sat there, bleeding,
and saying how I loved you,
how you shimmer in the light.
You took me in completely,
and I went without a fight.
What a wonderfully twisted way of saying it. Thank you, always for sharing your writings. ~ Timothy
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You sell youself short...
...in saying you don't like it. I like it. Maybe you wanted something you *think* conveyed more of what you were feeling, but this is perfect in that way, actually. The obvious pain underlies the whole thing, but lightly brushed, like a watercolor, with honesty and cynicism being the accents. The ending is sort of a resigned understanding of your strength and unquestioning belief that once again, you're just continuing on, not really ahead, but still not defeated. It's got an element of a rut, and apathy toward staying in or getting out... it's Melancholy in an interesting, introspective sense. Makes one think about one's self...
~Ladee
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