He holds his hands out to me:
Behold, the greatest gift a man can give!
Nothing.
Empty hands filled with sweet nothing.
Because if they have nothing to give,
There is nothing that they can snatch away.
Am I the prettiest girl in the world?
Yes, but I prefer you with your hair curled.
I want something more than nothing,
I say with pout and place their hands on my thighs,
Trying to convince them otherwise.
Give me something more,
Something I can chew on the next few months,
Like the possibility of us together,
Or maybe the idea that I'm different
That I'm special
The deadliest boys hand out dreams, you see.
They hand out something dangerous:
Genuine feeling.
They hand out hope and care,
The idea that you're different
As they confide in you:
Tell you about the house they want,
The job they're going to get,
The money they'll make just for you.
But genuine feeling growing leads to genuine feeling fading and dreams can slowly slip away into nightmares where wedding bells ring so loud they burst your bunny ears and rings shine so bright they blind your delicate eyes.
So give it to me.
Give it to me.
Give me all the nothing you have.
Because if I take nothing away from you,
Then it's you I can destroy,
Instead of you destroying me.
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My Own Tangle of Thorns
Poesia'Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.' I have always loved this quote. I have always loved Lolita. How the cruellest things i...
