on pins and needles

this is fiction...

...where I'm pulling at the hem of my skirt, or placing my hand over the this run in black tights... and you try to push my hand away with your: "Let me feel the tear in your second skin.." And we're so tragic. We're heroin junkies. We're kissing in the street cause we have nowhere else to go. We're on pins and needles.

this is fiction...

...where everything is black and white, and flaws are beauty, and you love me just-as-you-are. Where the reel keeps playing after the pictures have stopped their movement. And we're Hollywood starlets in disguise. We're sipping sherry in our minds. We are autumn in the big city.

this is fiction...

...where symphonies are playing in the background and we're falling off bridges and piers into ice. And. we. are. numb. Come here. Let me kiss you. Cause it's all I've ever wanted. And I know this is just a dream where scenes change suddenly without explanation, and there's always someone standing beside me, smiling.

this is fiction...

...where your hands slip around my waist and God it feels like I'm going to burst out of my skin and it's never felt so good. Where I'm not afraid to smile and you don't notice the run in my tights. And we just got here, driving through the night cause we're on the roadtrip of the century... we're falling in love.

this is fiction...

...where.you.don't.need.me.anymore.

this is fiction...

...where.you.never.needed.me.

......there is something here that is not fiction.