Underworld Wonderland

I want to make a whole in the world
and live in it with you.
Underneath the concrete and the grass.
Make a new world.
An underworld Wonderland.
The Silver Chair.
Away from the Overworld.
We'll make our own sun,
our own moon.
We are the sun and the moon.
And we will fly.
Underground.
In the underworld Wonderland.
Just you and me.
And possibly three.
Forever.

K.C.

Dear Whoever,

Thank you for removing her.
For removing that roadblock.
You are paving the road for me.
And I'm going to do all I can.
All that was standing between happily ever after is gone.

Love,
Dru

Pinky swear.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
"The good will make up for all the bad."
Or maybe we just have to wait until there's no fucking way we can wait anymore.
I don't know.
I just know it's going to work out.

Reflection.

There is a little girl
drawing on the sidewalk
with chalk.
Hearts and clouds
and flowers on the
concrete.
There is a little girl
drawing on the sidwalk
and she looks up at me
with a smile.
She has my face.

And everything will be okay.

Windmill.

When it happens, I will forgive you.
But you will never forgive yourself.

Feels Like Home.

Something in your eyes makes me want to lose myself
Makes me want to lose myself in your arms
There's something in your voice makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts the rest of my life
If you knew how lonely my life has been and how long I've been so alone
If you knew how I wanted someone to come along and change my life the way you've done .

It feels like home to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me
It feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

X

You are the loud beep when a car crash victim flatlines.
You are the fire that destroys an entire apartment complex.
You are the cracks in the sidewalk.
You are the acid rain that destroys statues.

Kristen #2

You are the cliche.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
The fireflies lighting up dark highways.
The feeling that makes my heart flip-flop in my chest.
The hot cocoa with marshmallows after snowball fights.
The box of conversation hearts on Valentines' Day.
The middle-of-nowhere gas station when I'm running on empty.
The fixed-up house in the middle of decay.
The lawnmower when the weeds are growing over the front steps.
The car crash heart that has a donor heart.
The kiss that makes it all worth it.

I want to thank you for being a part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.

let's get fucked up and die.
i'm speaking figuratively of course.
like the last time that i committed suicide.
social suicide.
so i'm already dead.
on the inside but i can still pretend.

long live the car crash hearts.

You're halfway between a Christmas present and a car crash.

Kristen.

You are the burning ember of my cigarette.
You are the city lights from a descending airplane.
You are the forgotten twenty dollar bill I find in my pocket.
You are the candy in my stocking on Christmas morning.
You are the cookie crumbs Santa leaves behind on the plate.
You are the warm blanket wrapped tightly around me.
You are the off-handed compliment that makes my day.
You are the beauty in the breakdown.
You are the translucent cloud across the moon.
You are the Hello Kitty band-aid covering a a papercut.
You are the free gift with purchase.
You are the prayer that I don't say.
And you are the nights I can fall asleep without crying.

Revenge.

I've got more wit,
a better kiss,
a hotter touch,
a better fuck.
Than any girl you'll ever meet,
sweetie, you had me
Girl I was it,
look past the sweat,
a better love deserving of.
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster.

Hearts.

I want to break into the back of a U-Haul van,
steal the blankets and pillows,
and fall asleep on the beach with you.

I want to get free refills of coffee we haven't paid for,
put fifty cents in the newspaper machine,
take all the newspapers,
and make funny sailor hats for each other.

I want to roll dice and play cards,
drink until I can't walk,
and fall asleep in a Vegas hotel bed.

I want to crawl into your arms while you're napping,
feel your breath against my skin,
and tell you how much I love you.

I want you to fix me.

Judas.

You are dead to me.
I kind of wish I could push you off a bridge and hear your scream before you die.
You are Judas.
You are the serpent.
You are the twenty pieces of silver.
You are the rope used to hang the condemned at the Salem Witch Trials.
You are the Bermuda Triangle that swallows sailors whole.
You are the slimy defense attorney that lets killers go free.
You are the alibi girlfriend putting up her house as bond for bail.
You are the pot of gold that doesn't exist at the end of the rainbow.
You are the tears that turn a widow's eyes red.
You are the bile in the back of a bulimic's throat.
You are the razorblade of an attempted suicide victim.