Parallel Universes and We'd be Married"In another life, I believe we might've been in love."Parallel Universes and We'd be Married by inkstaineddove
They spin around together, keeping in time with the music and the waves of people around them.
He looks at her and his uncertainty is clear across his face. He can't decide whether she is trying to make a joke or crazy.
The look on her face is in all seriousness. He decides once again that she is crazy.
"You believe in nothing."
"I believe in that."
They continue to dance in silence. She rests her head on his shoulder. He rests his hands on her ass.
"We were never supposed to wind up like this."
His voice is barely a whisper and yet she can hear him. She reflects on how they were when they were younger.
How they hated each other until he disappeared. How she hates him, still, now that he's reappeared.
"I don't think we ever will."
They're now meeting each other's eyes. Honest words are finally being spoken without the movement of lips.
Understanding. It's come so late and yet all too soon.
The song end
glass slippers have cracksI dream of one last danceglass slippers have cracks by inkstaineddove
with you, hand around my waist.
How unfortunate for me
that dreams only exist in Disney,
boy, with the face of Prince Charming
and the heart of Jafar.
down in wonderlandyou were king.down in wonderland by inkstaineddove
a god amongst men,
ruling with easy smiles,
and gentle authority.
we were weak.
spineless creatures, mortals.
bending to every whim,
of those far greater.
the world was viewed from
rose-colored lenses whenever
you decided to grace us
with your humble
how we would cheer.
we would bow,
kiss the dirt at your boot.
lips touching dust always
a l w a y s
left a bitter taste.
we were revolutionaries.
your reign was tight.
you took what women you pleased,
killed the men that were threats.
if it wasn't yours
how you longed for it.
(only if it was hand delivered
on a gold platter
inscribed with the finest jewels)
we grew weary.
we were overworked,
the lens began to slip off.
everything was seen in green.
green for disease,
we were peasants,
we were promised whats was yours
you never expected it.
the swish of a cloak,
the slip of a sword,
Dimpled Boys Bring HeartbreakWhen we met, I was eight and you were ten.Dimpled Boys Bring Heartbreak by inkstaineddove
I don't remember how you looked back then or how you spoke. You can. But I'm not you.
When we start talking again, you're fourteen and I'm twelve.
I meet your mother again at Subway. I pretend to remember your name, the way your name sounds and everything good about you. I promise her that I'll catch up with you. That was the only honest word I said. Shoving a mediocre sub down, I search you up on Facebook. I had promised myself that if you were attractive, I'd friend you and message you. And if not...well no hard feelings right? It's not like we were close before.
You're gorgeous. You have dimples as deep as oceans, a smile as wide as the sky. Your chin is chiseled and has just the right amount of five o'clock shadow that makes you look adult, but not in the creepy fourteen-going-on-forty way.
I talked to you as soon as you accepted me back into your life. I reread every sentence ten times. I convinced myself that th
nobody said it was easyi. Somedays my mind wandersnobody said it was easy by inkstaineddove
back to the day I told you
I no longer cared.
When I admitted how
'I love you'
were hardly heartfelt.
I can remember the look
I think I heard your heart
I should've smelled the smoke
of fire in your veins.
You tried to wind me back
by threatening suicide,
saying you'd run away,
you couldn't live with yourself.
I tasted fear in places
I was meant to be safe.
My mental health regrets you.
ii. You brought me danger.
I broke all sorts of rules
just for you.
You repaid me
with intimate touches
I was not ready for.
I fooled you -
I fooled myself -
repeating in whispers
'I want this. This is good.'
One year later
and you'd have been deemed
One year later
and I'd have become
sexual assault victim.
iii. Dreams are meant to be
ludicrous and beyond reality.
You never allowed that.
You slapped me with words like
anything derogatory that came to mind.
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theres a reason lust was a sinlights off
down in wonderlandyou were king.
playing pretend shaped us to thisI am smoke filled lungsin
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Seven Step Recoveryi.You were my once upon-a-time. You were my prince. A stupid prince, albeit a pretty one. You were supposed to whisk me away off to the fantastical land of New Jersey as soon as we were legal.
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A 14 year old future lawyer. In my spare time I write about anything and everything. From the flowers in your hair to a freshly plucked orange. I also cannot write bios. Oops.
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corn mazes made of inkI.SycamoreSea
sometimes I remember I
wrote poetry before you,
will write poetry
am writing poetry
this is the part I've been dreading:
uncovering black-ink skeletons
from dust and desiccated veins.
here ran rain in rippled
set them against the sky,
tattered leaves of night's blood edging
the maze, our maze,
something like the inside of hearts or the outside
of encroaching dusk.
i'll wait for them to wither
from here and me and thirsting loamy soil.
sometimes I just
stand in your room,
sometimes I don't touch anything, I just
pretend that someone's here.
what is the difference
in four miles or four thousand?
they both taste of absinthe and bitter
promises and emptiness
and some curves like corners, like crossroads,
like a maze made only of dead
ends and cobwebs shaped like words.
if I line every leaf
with fragments of us, there will be
nothing left to string together
to the end,