A fairytale

"...I love you.."

Such simple words that never made any sense until the day I looked in your eyes and realized that towers don't collapse every minute and there might actually be hope for this society that has made mockery of every single soul that wished upon a star in hopes for a happily ever after ending

[to be honest, I had given up on my fairytale dreams until the day I met you]

everytime I am locked in your arms, I feel like maybe this time I am safe from every little thing that has ever tried to make my bones crumble in my skin just enough to make me break apart and let the blood seep from my veins masked as glitter.

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you always think I'm beautiful when my skin is rubbing too tight against my bones when you make me weak at the knees just by the way you look at me

and I always thought you were crazy for even giving me a second glance, after all, beauty comes from loving yourself; I've never really loved myself. & I give you every bit of love I have anyway so how could I even think about myself

[if this isn't really love, then I don't know what is]

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in between every car crash and forest demolition, we find ourselves stopped in time just staring into eachothers eyes as if nothing else exists and nothing could possibly be anything less than perfect..

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baby, I say we douse ourselves in gasoline and light ourselves on fire, we can watch ourselves burn as the stars come out to play. we can compete with the moon to be the brightest thing in the night, just this once...

I used to wish for a love like Jack & Sally, or Johnny & June, and now I've finnally found it. I didn't use to believe prayers were answered, and I've been proven wrong. and I'm not a little bit upset about being incorrect.

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but baby, how long can this really last? I don't normally question miracles, but something about this seems to good to be true. maybe its just my insecurities from every other time that I've been hurt, and I hope it is just that.

[now that I've found you, I don't want to let go]

I love the way you whisper to me the sweet love stories we both memorised when we were young, and how you sing to me songs that can somehow make me believe I have never had a past of anything but happiness with you.

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all we can do right now is live in our fantasy and hope for a future that ends with a 'happily ever after' because, after all, our story began with 'once upon a time', and if that doesn't prove something, nothing ever can.