Imperfect Pilaf
My TV Dinner
(uwhockey32)
Fiction (based on true feelings)
This has nothing to do with the theme, or anything actually. I just whipped it up in a few minutes to get some thoughts out, so it's nothing special. I just liked the concept and wanted someone to share it with. Looks like you're the lucky ones! Ha.
I’ve spent my whole day wondering where my feelings for you went. Evaporated into thin air, I like to say. I fell in love with your eyes and that look you’d always give me. I put you on a golden pedestal; I made you out to be someone you’re not. In my mind, you were perfect. In reality, you were far from it.
You’re like my TV dinner. I would have given anything for it, anything for you. Anything happened to be $3.99. That picture on the front of the box made it look so good. I figured, what was inside had to be just as great, right? Wrong!
You know how you’re always disappointed with a TV dinner? Those damn companies, making their grilled herb chicken, their breaded pork cutlet, their seafood scampi look oh-so-good. But when you dig in, you find your eyes have been deceived, your first impressions were wrong, and you are completely disgusted. That’s what you did to me; you disgusted me.
What to do with my imperfect pilaf? Throw it away, I suppose. Throw it away, clean up the mess left behind, and get rid of any trace of it. Strange how it leaves you with a satisfying after taste, those few good memories.
That’s what you are. You’re my TV dinner. You weren’t who I thought you were. Maybe you just weren’t who I wanted you to be. Either way, I’ve thrown you away. I’ll hold on to your after taste, though. After all, I can’t get my $3.99 back.
(uwhockey32)
Fiction (based on true feelings)
This has nothing to do with the theme, or anything actually. I just whipped it up in a few minutes to get some thoughts out, so it's nothing special. I just liked the concept and wanted someone to share it with. Looks like you're the lucky ones! Ha.
I’ve spent my whole day wondering where my feelings for you went. Evaporated into thin air, I like to say. I fell in love with your eyes and that look you’d always give me. I put you on a golden pedestal; I made you out to be someone you’re not. In my mind, you were perfect. In reality, you were far from it.
You’re like my TV dinner. I would have given anything for it, anything for you. Anything happened to be $3.99. That picture on the front of the box made it look so good. I figured, what was inside had to be just as great, right? Wrong!
You know how you’re always disappointed with a TV dinner? Those damn companies, making their grilled herb chicken, their breaded pork cutlet, their seafood scampi look oh-so-good. But when you dig in, you find your eyes have been deceived, your first impressions were wrong, and you are completely disgusted. That’s what you did to me; you disgusted me.
What to do with my imperfect pilaf? Throw it away, I suppose. Throw it away, clean up the mess left behind, and get rid of any trace of it. Strange how it leaves you with a satisfying after taste, those few good memories.
That’s what you are. You’re my TV dinner. You weren’t who I thought you were. Maybe you just weren’t who I wanted you to be. Either way, I’ve thrown you away. I’ll hold on to your after taste, though. After all, I can’t get my $3.99 back.