i’m better at telling stories, you know.
ones that start out with “once upon a time”
there are princes, and princesses,
and princesses who don’t know they’re princesses.
there are frogs,
talking animals…
and houses made of wonderful things like candies and cookies.
turn your eyes if you have a weak stomach
i can’t help what comes out as of now.
can you tell my brain… to…
knock it off?
and then there’s a storyline.
as i stated, it’s going to start out with “once upon a time”
there’s going to be a boy,
and there’s going to be a girl.
a dream boy and a real girl to be exact.
there are going to be bombs,
and butterflies.
mountains covered in ash.
curtains drawn and curtains open.
too late, you’re too caught up
i didn’t intend on reeling you in.
can’t turn back now.
know that this was your fault
strawberries and houses made of brick.
hearts will be crushed and games will be played.
two minds thinking alike will likely rub one out
(in a sick and twisted mindfuck of togetherness.)
there will be plays on words,
and words holding knives.
those of course, are not playing.
from what i hear there are puppies.
and a chosen two to four.
for, they are key assets.
there will be chains and torture devices.
entire rooms of what the master calls “toys”
and there will be tears and blood shed.
this isn’t a story for children you know.
from what my head tells me,
there will be walks taken hand in hand.
girls led into thoughts which they cannot speak of.
boys crying.
believe me, i didn’t invite you
ordinary people don’t understand
over achievers need not apply
my mind is a work of art
and in the end,
of this amazing fairytale
there will be no “happily ever after”
because forever is never enough.
is there something i forgot?
oh yes, content.
that of which there is none.
there is only he and i.
but there is a moral.
get your own fucking glass of orange juice.
it’s not the story,
it’s just the outline.
