She bottled the impossible
With silent gestures she kept audible
While constantly perfecting improbable obstacles
She was always steady and volatile
Keeping reality optional
She moved in a way that was almost comical
Methodical in how she kept herself intentionally watchable
She was an angel draped over something diabolical
But you see,
Her love, it was kind of clumsy
So before she could even share something
Her heart, it was already crumbling
But some how lucky
When most just stared dumbly
As people asked what could be done in tones quickly hushing
And were answered with nothing
She licked her lips and they tasted of honey
Then she knelt in a sunbeam and she began softly humming
As she put back together Humpty Dumpty
She was meticulous and neat
And she memorized each shattered piece
Right there in the street
She stayed on her knees like a priest
And as the light teased to the east
The beast eyed her technique
But didn't speak
A deep heat seeped through her cheeks
Time seemed to increase in speed then ease
Sweat glistened over her skin and muscles
She was deft and subtle
As she shuffled through the rubble
Trying to coax a whole from this puzzle
We call Humpty Dumpty
She was trouble
But Humpty, he thought she was lovely
See, when he was all about beneath her heels crunching
Thinking this is the end it must be
And is, there a special hell for his particular type of shell
Or just nothing
No matter where the end
She was able to put Humpty together again
She repaired him, but you see her intent it was just pretend
She filled in each crack with future revenge
Making a mortar of resentment mixed with torment
In a violent and bitter personal blend
That she could later rend and augment
Again and again
But, she stayed...and there were more falls
Never had one seen an egg so mauled
Humpty, he would fall then drink and drawl
He would scrawl small obscenities all over the wall
He would crawl to the top dripping ethanol
And scream about his cholesterol
And the proper protocol
For being a neanderthal
But, it turned out Humpty was jumping from the wall after all
Time after time just pissing
Missing the seat and painting the stall
Wheezing deep breaths of albuterol
While screaming who made him the intercontinental apostle
Made of Swedish meatballs from Montreal
For Humpty it seemed to be now, that lucidity was a fluid thing
And he was just barely able to forget his faults
With an hourly top off of propylene glycol
And Rubbing alcohol
In a way that couldn't really be considered sub-lethal
Instead of braving what might be waiting
And facing down the sound at the end of the hall
Humpty became addicted to the whoosh and rush of the fall
He'd hide from the shame engraved in stains across his frame
By breaking and cracking his own skull
Always seeking the oblivion that called from the bottom of the wall
Now left alone with only pieces of him galled
She became used to her tears and the taste of their salt
The manic habit was static and so sad but too late to halt
Till one day she looked down at it all and
Couldn't find a single thing in her life by which she wasn't appalled
So she finally took all of Humpty’s pieces
And she mashed them into a lumpy little ball
That she placed upon her lap
As she sat atop the wall
Looking down wondering what it'd be like to fall
I'll write your name upon this paper
next to mine in a heart
with forever as a waver
till death do us part
Mrs. Insert your name here
that's the way it should've been
your name, now a puddle from tears
written with the ink of a washable pen
what happened to the fairy tale
I never did believe
until the day I looked in your blue eyes
and saw what could be
now my dream is just a dream
that will never come true
because a fairy tale won't happen
if there is no you
now I spend my nights alone
wishing I was her
and all day I stare at my phone
hoping to see your number
that new girl, she's the lucky one
I hope she knows what she has
because for you, I'd give the sun
for one more night in your hands.
The Fairytale
She waits for her Prince Charming,
And she knows that he will come,
Because she is a good girl,
She wasn't one of the dumb,
Her other friends bore children
Before marriage,as she waited,
She dare not admit to their happiness,
To her specialness she was fated,
The clock struck twelve, at forty four,
Her hair now getting grey,
Claiming not a man had truly loved her,
Because there had been no wedding day,
And all the men who sought to woo her,
And take her by the hand,
Were happily wed, with children and wives
Who before marrying took them to bed,
The years grew cold and dark,
She even learned some masturbation,
But she could not bear to see just how
She led herself to this desperation,
At eighty five, her Prince arrived,
They married in a church,
They're both too worthy for this world,
To live it for all of it's worth,
No children birthed, they live their lives,
Content to think that love,
Is isolating from the world,
That's all they're worthy of.
12:49 PM 6/22/2013
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On my death bed, i wait
I wait for my prince to steal me away from death
To take me away from the evil witch,
To take me away from the evil queen,
I lay lifeless or just sit miserable till the day my prince comes to take me away
Living in a fairy tale is the only way to survive today
To escape the cruel reality of this fucked up world.
...
To escape the twisted nonsence and pretend to wait for your prince,
To take you away from this end ... is the only way to survive one more day.