pretend you're mine and i might be yours
Mm ... Just a piece I dashed down in an attempt to form a semi-coherent jumble of thoughts and feelings. Also a letter for someone who'll probably never read it. Not sure how it turned out, though. Unbeta-ed. Inspired by Acey Dearest's works, which are much love and joy.
you might just be my new love
i'm not sure when, how, and why, but i seem to have an affinity for boys like you. luminous eyes, dark hair, smirking mouth, a brain as sharp as steel yet wasted upon cheap jokes because you long to bring happiness more than to glorify yourself. i admire that, wish i could be like that, wish i could be like you, but i cannot and so i am left to admire you
i knew a boy like you once, and sometimes i see traces of him in you; snapshot images of a laughing boy with sad eyes and dreams of empty classrooms drenched in brilliant (bloody) sunset light, confessions whispered in reverence within the four walls as if to respect the little figurines on the wall and altar, but mostly memories of a dark dance floor and a boy - young man, he looked so dashing in that tuxedo - who refuses to meet a girl's teary gaze as she clings to him for the rest of the night
but i digress
you are more - so much more (or maybe less) than him. you wouldn't hurt people like he did - poor clueless him, didn't even know his words could break somebody - i swear you wouldn't. you're too kind, too naive, and for once i feel more mature than the child i pretend to be
but maybe you would
(i hope you don't)
you pulled me into your world, showed me the glory, wrapped me up in the webs of your lies (or perhaps they're your truths, for you they might be) and i wear them like the finest threads in the entire universe. i think i'm falling for you, but maybe not the real you. your pretend you, the one that whispers such sweet poison to the pretend me, and i pretend to lap it all up, giving my pretend self all for you (because i'm not so sure my real self could)
but sometimes i wonder if your pretend you is your real you, and you're merely pretending my pretend self is not pretending
(why would you want to hear a false name? you have a real name, don't you?)
and then i wonder if you're no better than that boy. laughing boy, sad eyes, apathetic helpless face trussed up in a tuxedo
you might just be my new love
but only under pretense
you might just be my new love
i'm not sure when, how, and why, but i seem to have an affinity for boys like you. luminous eyes, dark hair, smirking mouth, a brain as sharp as steel yet wasted upon cheap jokes because you long to bring happiness more than to glorify yourself. i admire that, wish i could be like that, wish i could be like you, but i cannot and so i am left to admire you
i knew a boy like you once, and sometimes i see traces of him in you; snapshot images of a laughing boy with sad eyes and dreams of empty classrooms drenched in brilliant (bloody) sunset light, confessions whispered in reverence within the four walls as if to respect the little figurines on the wall and altar, but mostly memories of a dark dance floor and a boy - young man, he looked so dashing in that tuxedo - who refuses to meet a girl's teary gaze as she clings to him for the rest of the night
but i digress
you are more - so much more (or maybe less) than him. you wouldn't hurt people like he did - poor clueless him, didn't even know his words could break somebody - i swear you wouldn't. you're too kind, too naive, and for once i feel more mature than the child i pretend to be
but maybe you would
(i hope you don't)
you pulled me into your world, showed me the glory, wrapped me up in the webs of your lies (or perhaps they're your truths, for you they might be) and i wear them like the finest threads in the entire universe. i think i'm falling for you, but maybe not the real you. your pretend you, the one that whispers such sweet poison to the pretend me, and i pretend to lap it all up, giving my pretend self all for you (because i'm not so sure my real self could)
but sometimes i wonder if your pretend you is your real you, and you're merely pretending my pretend self is not pretending
(why would you want to hear a false name? you have a real name, don't you?)
and then i wonder if you're no better than that boy. laughing boy, sad eyes, apathetic helpless face trussed up in a tuxedo
you might just be my new love
but only under pretense