you're not quite the thing in the storybook

i would say quite more beautiful

but you, however much

i blame you

i know hope festered because of me

you opened a door that's been shut too many times

and i let you in

how could i be so utterly foolish?

i'm a monster.

she radiates in a glowing light

sunshine and flower crowns

warm with an able hug

she is the cool wind breeze of spring

the ocean lapping at her feet

fluffy frozen snow is what she is

snowball fights and linking arms

am i sick?

to notice this about her

twisted and utterly horrible

i wish she could just share her warmth with me

so i could feel like a rainbow

shiny and new

but i'm just the long, dark, dirt road

bitter and full of longing

her light is at the end of my path

sweet and savory

ponytails, flannels, blankets, books, braids

my heart can't take the restless pounding

she tastes like cranberries and chocolate cake

i taste of nothing

i am nothing

she is everything

caramel

a steady mix

the color of a gentle brown

not nearly as harsh as chocolate

sticky and childish, easy to make fun

the sugary smell is almost intoxicating

look at it for too long and it will no longer be soft

every little movement

set my heart on fire

don't ask me to prove it

don't color me a liar

my heart is in two

she doesn't control her actions

you might be asking who

my answer isn't a satisfaction

we could be so close to each other

if it wasn't for my icy frame

maybe she'll yell for another

and i'll be consumed by the flame

danger

that's all i was aware of

i paid the notice heed

but nothing could draw me from the spark of colors

carefully, i felt the dash lick my finger

soft, and i never knew it

no sensation could match the flickering feel of the flame

safety

sometimes i look into your clear brown eyes and

wish you would like my pasty ones

but even though you've never clarified my deeply rooted knowledge

i know you agree with me, the flowers spurting from my mouth coated with a red, metallic taste

knowing this taste will not go away,

i blame myself

talking is bright and hurts my eyes

loud and a piercing white

the sound of water hitting a palm

a pen scratching out words



the touch of the world spinning on my finger

why aren't they all falling down?



the colors are all starting to fade

the walls are forcing themselves in



the pressure can't do anything

at least, that's what i tell myself