Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill kissed on bridge over a lake in a park.  They loved each other very much.  Eventually Jack opened his eyes and looked down.  They were floating among the clouds, beside the moon and stars.  Everything looked very small.  Everything looked very silly.

They held each other tight, each hoping that they’d never fall back down.

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Dirty Snow

It was Christmas Eve.  The grey of London had turned to pearly white.  Barnaby trudged his way through the glimmering city.  Children were throwing snow balls at each other.  Housekeepers swept their doorsteps.  The bakery was open early.

Barnaby breathed in the sparkling ice air, and turned up his winter coat.  In his hand he held a bouquet of lush red flowers.  They were magnificent.  He hoped she liked them.  So many thoughts were running through his head.  His heart was beating fast.

Almost there.  More than a little bit early.

Ahead a door opened.  A slender girl with auburn hair led a tall young-man into the street.

She planted a kiss on his lips.

She waved good bye.

She watched him leave.

And then she went inside.

That morning a bouquet of roses lay abandoned on a lonely street corner.  A boy called Barnaby made his way home through the dirty snow.

Love Mirage

Strapped for cash, job a joke, you can’t afford the gym, or a nice new coat.  So she play’s with you.  So she toy’s with you, because she knows that when she smiles… it all’s okay, and that you’d be lost if she went away.

Sooner or later, she goes away.

And so you figure, why hit the highs to fall so low?  Better to live by the grey than to risk Love’s Mirage.

Love-Believe

You’re lonely, and you’re trapped, and afraid to find out who you are, or even ask yourself what you really think.  And so you search for love.  Anyone will do.  You want love like in the movies, and so you make believe – that you have something in common, that things are good, that the compromises you make to stay together are worth it.

But they’re not.

You need to stop making love-believe.  Instead, let me break your heart.  Come to me and taste the kiss of Nefertiti.  Swap safe love for destructive love.  Loose yourself in a new oblivion.  Dare to feel again.  Let me destroy you.  Afterwards, maybe we can piece a new you back together.  My name is Nefertiti.  I am the mistakes you never made.