Fairytale [old]

I'm the Damned Damsel,

Cinderella has nothing on me.

I'm the villain of this fairytale,

Come Prince, come and slay me.

I am the darkness to your light.

The pain in your side.

The knife in your back

My heart is Black.

Dreams

Last night I laid in bed and encountered my first dream of you. We gravitated towards each other like a magnet to metal. The thought of those blue eyes being mine again was almost to much to handle, but then out of no where the dream shattered. My cell phone rang, dragging me helplessly through the clouded heaven back to the earthly reality of my bed, of being alone.

Its so strange that while we were together I never understood, never thought deeply into things, but now that your lost to me, I find myself aching for what we almost had. This is the consequence to my mistake, I am well aware of this fact. And don't get me wrong, I know it would never have worked out in the long run, but the thought of "what if" still flashes in my mind like a digital clock after a power outage. You were the epitome of perfection, you knew exactly how to treat a girl, your only problem was you didn't pull on my heart strings in the right rhythm.

Dreams, the moments that your mind wants you to experience. Waking up, a flash of pain, and the defogging of the clouded bliss that filled your mind seconds before.

Mr. Beetle

There's a beetle at my window. Its shell of a body slamming itself against the foggy glass. The clock screams 3:40, in about 10 minutes my time will be up, and I will have to trudge my way to work. God I wish I were that beetle at my window. He's just searching for a way out, being teased by the light of the sun and the silent wind blowing just out of reach. But his life is so simple, there is nothing entering his mind but exiting this prison he has found himself in. There is no one for him to please, he just wants to fly into the breeze and be carried off into the unknown world.

I, on the other had, will find my own prison, one of my choice. Where the constant beeping and worry of doing something horribly wrong haunts me.

God I wish I was that beetle.

Chasing

You chase me

I'll chase you

and we'll just keep running in this circle.

You stand still, your back to my face.

I'll take the hint and walk away.

You go left

I'll go right

and we'll just keep walking till we're out of sight.