Sunday, September 25, 2011
i think i love you.
but how do you love a girl raised on fairy tales and disney films
for happy endings and animations
how do you love someone with her head stuck in the cloud half the time
lost in her own world.
sorry that i'm not letting you in.
i wish you'd ask for the key though.
but that would be too much of a hassle.
why would anyone want to sign themselves up for this anyways.
for someone filled with impossibilities.
the same movies that filled me up with dreams,
are the ones that told me of my imperfections
elusive happy endings
girls have to be pretty, skinny, doe eyed,
light on their feet, flawless
even if we can't be anything else, we'll be skinny. yes?
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Half a life.
Spent trying to figure out
What to do
What to do right,
And what not to do wrong
Spent all our days trying to learn, the rules of life
The rules, we spent the next half of our lives learning to forget.
Trying to disguise our accents,
And ourselves
Open up, open up a little bit more.
We’ll sap you from your being
A hollow shell of who you could have been all along
Before we sold our dreams for a box of eyeshadow and a tube of foundation
We were not born beautiful
We were born ourselves, unique
Like ancient boxes in antique stores,
Years of sophistication, cold from restraint
Maybe if we stopped trying,
We’d be good enough