Guesses & Dreams

I guess I’m not your baby,
I guess I’m not the one.
I guess I’m not your lobster bisque, your penguin kiss—
The one you fall asleep with on the phone.

I guess I’m not your fairy tale,
Your Princess Bride, your Sleeping Beauty.
I guess I’m not ‘The End’ to
Your Happily Ever ending.

A Bedtime Story

If love is magic—
If I’m the Dreamer
And you the Dream…
If I want you,
but you don’t want me, then
the magic can’t be.

Do you see?

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I only wrote this tale to tell you—
without you,  I can’t make magic.

Cafe Monarch

Time:  Saturday, 7:32pm
Location: Old Town Scottsdale
Music: The Bailor, by: Kid Moxie
Mood: Sexy

happy and bright

She has been trying to pull her worth from him for so long. She has been trying   to   extract   her   beauty   from   his   skin. She has been dying to be loved by him again…

….but he will   always  leave her empty.

No heartbreak…

…..has grieved me as much to discover,  the calorie content
of my peanut butter.

RISE

Did my honesty upset you?
Did my self-respect make your stomach burn?
Did my clarity spite you?
Did my spreading adoration make you feel undeserved?

Did my courage make you crazy? Cripple you with the unknown?
Did my silence create desire—make you feel things you could not discern?
Is my shinning light exploding? Can your eyes not yet adjust?
Is my forgiveness running through you? Knowing your pain I will not digest?
Is my confidence disrupting the girl you  LOVE to HATE  the most?

I hope so.

even if it breaks your heart

If the boy across the hall was real, I would slap him.
He wrote the meanest blog post about me, it’s maddening.
If I ever see him, I will use magic to turn into a vampire, and I will bite him.
He turned our once playful encounters into my worst nightmare disaster.