Oh how we fall short.
But how we try.

How Love makes us want.
Want to try.

Thank you.
For loving me, again.

prancing to your tune
8:17 PM

I am a pest. A bug.
That you MUST deal with.

Oh how you must dread to hear that voice again.

prancing to your tune
7:52 PM

What a dream.
And we wake, with truth revealed.
We no longer hide our faces behind anger and sadness.

Love never ends.

prancing to your tune
9:21 PM

She'll stop asking.
She'll stop wanting.
She'll stop needing.

I hope she doesn't stop giving.
Or loving.

Have you?

prancing to your tune
12:11 AM

I'm sorry.
I should't disturb you now.

When did I become such a burden to you?
Or have you begun to think me one?

What doesn't make you angry these days?

I have nothing but questions left.
I don't dare ask anymore.
I don't dare speak.
But questions
left in my head.

prancing to your tune
12:06 AM

Shhh

She will grow quieter each day.
Until she slowly fades away into the sounds of night-time.

And we shall all forget that she ever lived, or that she ever was.


Shhh

prancing to your tune
12:58 AM

Take the pictures off the wall.
Because they are fucking pretentious.

I hate the way you are.
I hate the way you are angry. Almost all the time.

I hate it that even when I try to be strong and walk away to give you space, you pull me back and trample all over me.
Then walk away while I chase behind you.
One day I just wouldn't quite catch up, you know.

You get so tired of the things I ask so clearly and gently.
I wonder if you ever thought about the things you are expecting of me, and just really, how do I fucking feel about it.

One day I'll just shut up.
I'll shut the fuck up.
And you'll never need to know what I want from you.
Then you'll never have to do anything, at all.
And I'll keep quiet till you need me to speak.

Maybe then, maybe only then, would your fucking anger go away.

prancing to your tune
12:50 AM

I don't need to be called these things I am not.
I don't need to be shouted at.
I don't need to say the sorries I don't mean.
I don't need to agree.
I don't need to change what I don't want to change.
I don't need to do things your way.
I don't need to play by your directions.
I don't need to talk when I don't feel like it.
I don't need to listen.
I don't need to be there, at all.

Most of all, I don't need to cry.

All I need is to sleep, just so I can wake at 5:30am tomorrow.

-

But I deal.
I deal with it all, and I do even the things I don't need to, or don't want to.
Simply because you wouldn't even bother with those things.
Simply because you only do the things you think is necessary.

Wait with trust.
Sure.

-
One day this anger will destroy us.
And it will still look like it was my responsibility.
Because I made you, angry.

Sure.

prancing to your tune
12:42 AM

It is kinda strange, this slight pretension I feel.
Perhaps it is the repression of these desires that we do not speak of.
I am repressed.
And frustrated.

But I cannot speak.

And I do not want to wait for when you want it, and go along.
I want to want.
And I want what I want.
And I want to ask for what I want.
And get what I want.

I want to want.

prancing to your tune
12:41 AM

Protect me, protect me.
Put me in a little glass jar and gaze at me.

I have stopped feeling important.
That is why I speak of urgency and time.

I have stopped feeling special.
That is why I speak of actions/words and intentions.

I think I know you love me still.
But it's getting hard to be convicted of it now.
You've lost a fire, and now I cannot tell.

-

Rush to me as soon as you hear that I am breaking.
Hold me firmly. Cradle me by your breast.
Gently speak words that soothe my aching spirit.
Patiently wait for a smile to light up my face.
Please.

Protect me. Protect me please.
Put me in a little glass jar and gaze at me.

prancing to your tune
3:15 PM

Words are never sufficient.
Your signs mislead.

And I look for these things to find confidence in you, in your love these days.

I have lost a certain sense of surety from you.

prancing to your tune
11:07 PM

I want this so much I ache to wait.

Hurry the days to come.

prancing to your tune
3:20 PM

The Little Fairy of the Pea
"Like a moth to a flame.Burnt by the fire."

Come close enough.

Her air,

Her poise,

Her stance of like,

Who isn't mesmerized by the Fairy's dance?

She flutters her wings,

Dances amidst the crowd,

Sucked deep into the euphoria.

She basks in the aura of its trance,

Its delirium.

Skipping,

Smiling impishly.

The world is the fairy's playground,

Her troubles hidden away beneath her wings.

Now, who won't be mesmerized by the fairy's dance?

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Flitting through the woods On wings of gossamer

The Elfin Queen Sparkles with the magic Of the woodlands

She's rarely seen By you or I

Tho if you listen

Carefully Her song is carried by the breeze,

A tinkle of bells To charm and please

and welcome you to the sunny dells

Watch the Fairydance

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