Tainted

Life's a fairytale right? 
Life's always happy and full of sunshine and rainbows and smiles, love and laughter as the stories they tell you as children. 

Yeah... life's a fairytale, for the ones that see it through rose coloured tainted glasses. 

But that's not reality... 
Life's hard and complicated and full of sorrow, suffering and pain. 

If you're the type to see that life isn't tainted by all the negative things. You live in a different dimension. 

Reality sets fairytales apart from it. 
Reality taints everything in life with all the different colours in the spectrum. 

It's not black or white or the different shades of grey. 
Life's not always full of bliss and good things. 
But you know what reality teaches you that fairytales don't? 
Is that no matter how much negativity you go ...

Revenge

You broke the bond and you can't mend it,

You were the snake then I had befriended.

This is not what I had originally intended,

I'll be the nightmare you haven't dreamt yet.

Shoulder

I had been a shoulder to so many

I look back and don't really regret any

I had been the mirror to their truth

I tried to be the adult in my youth.

As I think back to all those that I helped

The way that silent "thank you" had felt.

Maybe everyone needed this therapist

It was self less, that I thought etiquette.

I could never be on the opposite side

Asking for help, knowing how i had lied

To help others when they needed it most

I guess an artist can never be engrossed.

A mirror can never see its own reflection

A dictionary can never have a correction

Don't therapists need to relate too?

Don't gods need someone to pray to?

Smile

I don't have many friends

My life has too many bends

I'm not invited to the birthdays

I'm not part of the latest craze.

I could never be as open as you

You'll never see my point of view

I eat by myself in the corner

I'm the strange foreigner.

I'm the last one to be picked

The unacceptable imperfect.

I know you all think I'm an outsider

Among the birds, I'm the spider.

I'm tossed around like a piece of junk

You all sail by unflinched, as my boat sunk

You kick me when I'm down

Ignore my nervous breakdown.

But at the end of the day

I have just one thing to say

I look in the mirror and smile

Have you done that in a while?

Synonyms

I still forget to forget

My safe cigarette

My noon moon

The open cocoon.

Our Incognito names

Those cold wet flames

Those Sunny nights

The peaceful fights

Those louder than life silences

Your omnipresent absences

My open cardiac suture

Remind me of the future

And our rising descent

That we never dreamt.

The New Girl

Your name written in red, Blood on my sweater,

Your blade in my spine, Hope she treats you better.

Why couldn't you have me back?

Was our love the rose or the lilac?

Was I just a cheaper prozac?

Your very own nymphomaniac?

I'm bleeding Blue, cuz it's all inside

The cage in my heart, unidentified,

My plan for the escape, suicide,

How is my own death, undignified?

Why does she now mean more?

Why is your love, a carnivore?

Is this new or has it happened before,

Guess I just don't matter, anymore.

Tomorrow

Life is stupid and life is beautiful

Death, well it's still not excludable

Yesterday might have been great

That might have been just the bait

For today, the tables can flip over

But is that certain? Certainly no sir!

Today might have been lower that most

But tomorrow you might become a ghost

No one knows what tomorrow holds

You just have to wait for what unfolds

Tomorrow can't be bought at high prices

It's just part of the ongoing existential crisis.

So wipe off your teary grins and start the show

Cue the music, cue the dancers and cue tomorrow.