Reality

I wasn’t left to fantasize about my dreams and I wasn’t allowed to stay in your arms where I needed to be.  My day was full of tension and I couldn’t stand another minute in the presence of willful ignorance.  Instead of having your eyes and lips and moments wrapped up in a hazy blazy high delight, I waded through the murky shadowy quicksand of fear.  I can’t tell them that they’re wrong, and I can’t show them how to be right.   So, when the clock struck 9 I ran out the door without a backward glance, and I wasn’t staying a minute more and I didn’t care what happened there.  I’m not Cinderella and I’m not going to clean up all those messes.  I’ll do only what I came for, the rest is theirs.  Now babe, get home.  Come home and hold me tight and kiss me and make me feel alright.  Tell me you love me and you’ll never forget me and we’ll be happy until we’re nothing but bones in our graves.  Tell me lies now but make them truths.  I can’t stand the real world.  I can’t stand the vitriol and the despair.  I can’t stand the noise and the static and the fact that everyone is insane.  I can’t stand that I’m lonely and you’re the only one in my world.  I can’t stand life and I want to disappear and escape and never come back.  When will they wake up?  When will they love instead of hate?  When will they decide that to be human is to raise each other up, instead of drop-kicking each other?  It isn’t difficult to be nice.  Even when the real world has always been shit to me, I have a genuine smile on my face and always greet the day with optimism.  Today they drained me dry and I need a recharge.  I need to get away and find the light.  I need you babe, to show me the way.  With your easy smile and your love.  Hurry babe, I’m fading out fast, and I’m scared and I can’t breathe without your kiss.

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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