know better.I remember when I used to lie awake at night and think of you. If I squinted I imagined I could see you in the patterned stipples of the ceiling. You would reach out your hand to take me back to the days where solitude wasn't so kind and you had a smile I could fall in love with, if I only tried hard enough.Darling, honey, sweetheart. It wasn't long before I didn't have to try anymore, and your words were like honey, golden sentences that could do no wrong. I swore I could find salvation in your eyes, maybe, or just with your hand around mine.But I was never one for unrequited love, and living on a one-way street was bare of any car crashes. I used to joke that you made me feel like a microwaved peach, warm and fuzzy inside. Now I'm more like the steel of railroad tracks, without a destination.It was like my heart was naked when we were together, you know. There was nothing left to hide. And I know better, oh, I know better now.I just wish I would know better how.
ashes, ashesRing around the rosey...It is not the way your irises look translucent in the summer light, nor the soft curve of your fingers that make me love you. It is the way your eyes hide something deep within, not unlike the darkness of space behind the glaring glow of each star. I am merely caterpillar silk, spirited away with the wind each time you turn your face to me and smile, freckles dancing across porcelain cheeks.You are enchanting in the same way that moonlight sparkles on a midnight lake, the fleeting electricity of calm before the inevitable storm, sea foam cresting a tsunami in this ocean of solitude. And I am only a bubble.A pocket full of posies...Let's play pretend. Reality has a keen way of melting away whenever we can let our imaginations soar, painting grey skies indigo and ladybugs into fireflies. We can be the king and queen of our own world, where it is easy to bound over treetops and grasp sunlight ribbons between our fingers.It is easy to pretend, but
oh, little red.Little Red, Little RedWhy did you not stay in bed?The Big Bad Wolf has come out todayAnd not to simply watch and playYou skip to Grandma's through the treesBask in light and nature's breezeOblivious to birds that cease to tweetWhile wolves lookout for something nice to eat.He's watching you with hunter's eyesCharms you with his golden liesIgnore his claws and razor fangsPretend that these are hunger pangs"I'll race you there," he growls to you."Grandma is expecting me too."He darts into shadow and leaves you behindWhile a devilish trap is set in his mind.Arrive at Grandma's, but it's too lateWho will save you from this fate?The wolf grins in his sheepskin disguiseBut little girls are not so wise."What big teeth are in your smile,I suppose I've not visited in a while.""Ignore that dear, and just come close,It's little girls I love the most."And with a snap of wolfy jawsYou are swallowed down becauseOf your actions, but above allYour foolishness was your downfa