fairytales and frappuccions

“Do you love me because I’m beautiful or am I beautiful because you love me?” Cinderella

He ain’t poor,

His knowledge is his wealth.

But today he needs much more-

Today he’s searching for a cure.

Cos today

He’s living in a rubix cube

Trying to wake from the coloured fumes.

A dreamer, who continues

To walk among shadows-

As if they could fill his hole.

That emptiness he has always known

Emerges through the cracks

To make up the mosaic of memories

which fragment amongst fantasies.

And this is

His reality, fused with shots of insanity.

And this is

His way, of crying the truth from his eyes.

Cos when he’s alone,

secret flashbacks

Slice like flickering knives-

Drawn on liquored nights.

And again,

He’s drinking with friends

Who remain no more than first names.

Laughing over echoes of empty conversation-

Which always sound the same.

And again,

It doesn’t matter, that he takes

Another sip

Cos he can’t ruin what’s already wrecked.

Just as he can’t love what he can’t respect.

All he can do now,

Is regret-

Over the lessons he had to learn.

“Little boys don’t cry”

“Loved ones don’t lie”

Yet fears became too familiar

And started to burn

His essence, needing comfort

He put down his trusting defenses-

Which gave rise to dangerous strangers,

Who never healed-

But taught him the reasons for fallen angels.