Tuesday | October 23, 2007

she named the baby elvis,
to make up for all the royalty he lacked.

and well elvis could never carry a tune, and she thought of this
irony as she stared back at the moon.

ive got this irony eating inside of me, and i know what i have to do.
some people would call it running away,
but i dont need anyone, or anything. i just need his voice on the other line..
telling me all he knows what to do in this situation,
to be my friend, and to be there for me. they say they love me, but how can they really know? you know?
yeah i know.. i bet they couldnt be less than a boyfriend to me.

and i know thats bad because theyd tear teh hair from their scalps with this thought,
but if i dont have either, how much pain could they feel?

well i sat down at the table, with a boy at my side, and two on the other end.
boy number one, told me of my past, and my future, all he knew about it, and me..
which is everything.. if your speaking of me. knowing someone for years does that to you.
well he took a sip from his tea, and said "stephanie you know what you need to do"

and i knew it too, so i stated what i needed, and he told me i was right.
but boy number two with a teacup in hand crushed it, as if feeling no cut from the glass.
his eyes turned bloody and with tears he excaimed everything he wanted me to do.
but it wasnt right, it just wasnt. he told me he loved me, and what he wanted.. and i so clearly
want nothing, that he desires. & he doesnt know me like number one does,
i dont even have to be with number one, but he'll still give me a ring,
and number one smiled at me gentily, like he aways does, giving me that sort of look,
because he probally knew what i was thinking. and he waas probally right

that makes me know that, he still loves me like i do.
and boy number three, became jealous at all this attention, indirected at him.
he became mad, and grabbed for my left hand but i pulled away
and said "no, thats not what i want, and need"
you think your what i want and need, but your not, and neither is number two.
number ones, not even my love, but hes there, and imperfectly everything that i seem to need.. and id rather have that, then you two cutting throats.

this has become a competition, who will win my heart?
well you know what i said.. "no one, no one gets this left hand of mine. my cheeks are still youthful and my spirits so bright,skins porcelain, so dont try and break it, remember my hearts not like glass."

the tea party carries on, but boy number one,
gets this look in his eyes, and i cant look past.
i just cant.