Hello m'dears!

Soooooo, as you all know today was CW day! Woohoo! I have officially reserved Thursdays for this blog and Tuesdays for my other totally awesome blog here. You should read it. RIGHT NOW! Wait, no! Read my fantastical post (which is also on figment here), then read my other blog. Yeah! Then follow it! Well, now I'm going to dampen the mood. ooh.... I realize that both of my posts have been the ones to do that.... I'm taking a risk here and posting something, well, real. raw. pure. Its not fiction, and I hope people will get something out of this somehow. Nothing in this poem is made up, but you'd never know who, because its not the real him, but the fantasy of him. But he is real, he's just not mine.

A night under the moon

I often have imaginary conversations
with you.
I ask you questions in my mind
and answer them in your voice
and imagine your expressions when you reply.
I pretend you are thinking of me,
and pretend these conversations are real.
I pretend you think of me,
and I think of you,
so somehow our minds merge.
I sit on the edge of my bed
the moonlight washing over me
in thick stripes
because I left the blinds open.
I imagine the weight of your arm on my shoulders
and clasp and unclasp my hands
as if one of them is yours.
I play out scenarios
in my mind
about something you would say
to me
and something I would say back
that would make you realize how I
felt about you.
I pretend you whisk me across
the room,
My Body's A Zombie For You
sung by Ryan Gosling,
even though I know
you would never listen to it.
I've seen you in dreams.
You've picked me up
and ran me across
Disney world
and I wore a yellow dress.
You've kissed my cheek.
You've sat down next to me at lunch.
But, really this never happened
past the walls
of my unconsciousness on
a night under the moon.
Then I wake up
and remember reality,
all I do is pretend,
and I know that I am just another girl
that temporarily fell into your eyes.
I know that I was the one that tripped
and waited for you
to help me out
or maybe pull me in deeper
and you could have fallen into mine.