How come – it’s another day in the fairytale land with so little joy?
You can’t buy the rights to my heart but you can always deploy,
You can always plan so that I don’t escape, yet I don’t really enjoy.
The glory might be the prize but his eyes, they don’t lie,
Chico, they’re my favorite decoy.
I’ve never asked for much when it comes to love, and I swear –
A little sense was all I wanted. Not another mask to wear.
My nerves are built of paper, they burn and they tear.
Not so sure about the others, but if it all breaks loose –
You’re the one I’m gonna spare.
The whites of your eyes look ugly when you roll them, blaring.
You launch them at me like bloodhounds. I think about disappearing
As my last act in this unrequited game. Then I recall us daring
To never leave a fib behind – and it would’ve worked if you weren’t
That passive about baring.
I’m angry. I followed your scent through the mud and got stuck
In this frozen forest with no way out. No matches. I’m out of luck.
But life goes on for you. And it won’t be you, selling tears for a buck,
Desperately waving the white flag and saving for flares to cope
With another day that will suck
In the fairytale land.
How could I dream so grand?
Now my mouth is full of sand
And I’m begging you to take me home
To the places I do understand.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 