i don't understand his language,
it's LOVE today--
everyone is with someone.
i wish i hadn't slept in this morning;
but i understand his tone
(he sounds like he doesn't want to be alone.)
paint plays with the denim on my jeans
papercuts overtake my knuckles
i let it all go.
(i'm not afraid to bleed.)
it's red ashtrays & tango music
it's blacker.than.usual sweaters
(it's trying so hard to forget,
we're forced to remember.)
it's seeing hearts & flowers in the same old inkblots today
and not questioning.
today is a different kind of day
with different rules.
i wish i'd spent more time on my smile.
so what if i don't want to be alone.
~no place like home.~
fairy tales.
next tale.
