Elucidating Questions

Hanging before,

Who is the fairest, within this door?

Knowing it’s not a fake, problem, or a liar,

Who has been fair during this frozen war?

And knowing it’s not about competition, points, winning, or first,

Standing on the podium together at their worst.

All who have come, been fair in their play,

Regardless of how they lived their day,

Will rise and see, the sun on them gentle.

As the song begins again,

But not for the spies

Who covered up the truth with the lies

Who spoke ill and hated, before they even waited for the answers.

Those who weren’t crying

Please just stop the pain

Don’t get to wake up and play again.

They will wander and wonder and hear nothing at all,

As the fish guided by the messenger,

Already knows it was all

Just lies to build up, the light that never came,

And that someone had to step into the target again.

On the night of the moon, not the eclipse but the fullest

Took all of what came, in hopes to create paradise.

After all no lie was told about the first.

It wasn’t a lie,

That part is the worst.

Remembering how it feels when there’s no ending,

And the one at the door says,

Why did you stop pretending?

The stories that could have been told from dreams.

They are mine.

And when the dream was taken,

By those nasty words,

And refusal to give a chance when it burned

When they begged when they begged on their knees

To be released,

And the one on their screen shot the moon.

So some happy endings, remember how they tried?

Mirror mirror,

Fair is fair.

Not looking and seeing apples or poison,

Seeing a broken soldier,

Who is beyond saving.

Nobody can save them,

The damage has been done.

The off switch was yours,

It was their heart, but now,

All they hear is

Thief. You took it.

When you were given everything.

I mean, just look at it.

The room in their heart, to the point it is a nightmare.

The words that cut harder than they ever said.

The actions that were taken, to steal their chances.

By those who got better

Than they ever deserved.

No longer an exception, no matter how much he begs.

Your rules were your own, you made them that way.

And breaking out of the secrets and lies,

Mirror mirror,

If you thought we were the same,

If you thought we were the mistake,

You weren’t playing fair.

And you caused the break.

Don’t say anything don’t say anything at all.

Of course you wouldn’t and you won’t but I only say don’t because I wish you would.

We’re such a mistake and I wish we weren’t but when I look at you all I see is

I wish I could fix it for you

Put a smile on your face

Do something to make it better

Anything to make it better

Can you let me could you let me would you let me

You wouldn’t. You won’t.

I still want to see you happy with someone else because I know I can’t keep you and I want you to be happy

You keep saying I’ll lose it but I really just don’t think you understand me

At all.

I wish I could be rid of this fire you set.

I want to be over and done with it

Return to lament about how alone and lonely I am

In your heartbreak you will find comfort and understanding

In mine I find only ridicule and pitiful looks

You have no idea what this feels like

And you have no idea how it feels knowing you’ll be gone someday

And then I really will be all alone.

There’s that feeling

The feeling of being forgotten

As I sit in the falling sun in my spot

It’s my spot

It’s my house so anywhere is my spot

I’ll never be disappointed by toilet paper again

Which means I was disappointed by it before

Strange freedoms in being forgotten.

Like a look at the paint on walls you once knew the colour of but forgot because you entered the room enough times that no matter the colour it didn’t occur to you

My walls are blue.

That blue that hoped in its life to be grey but it was blue instead.

Like grey forgot to be grey and became blue by accident.

I get dressed up every night just incase just incase someone pops by

Or anyone at all

Safe in my hall of silence

But it isn’t the quiet tranquility of alone time

It’s the sharp ringing silence of forever alone.

If I was an adult I would come into the room and say

Hey don’t sit on the arm of the couch it’ll get bent out of shape

But I’m me so I’m sitting on the arm of the couch.

The eleven doesn’t leave on time

The inside of my jacket is the kind of grey that wants to be white

The assembled pile of acorns could be a feast later or sooner

The fourteen usually leaves on time

There’s never an absolute because people always ruin absolutes.

Lost couplets and cuff links.

Empty signs and the feeling of the ground moving with the monsters that traverse the travelled.

Come to me once just to see if it works.

Come to me twice because I need you.

Come to me more because you need me.

Please need me.

This is the song

That catchy one

That never ends

Then begins again

Yes, it goes on and on

Before it’s long gone

My friends

Round and round they go

Some people started singing it

They are trapped in the round

Not knowing what it was

If there was a way to free you

Now they’ll continue singing it forever

I would

Just because,

Worried

Turning

Falling

Wander

Tepid

Fawn

Went

Tumble

Followed

Loudly

Over

Lakes