boys & girls this is the story of a lost cause. this faery tale could not have had a happy ending [it was never in her cards.]
memories are stretched out on a long table. trinkets that were supposed to make me beautiful, covered now by bottle caps & plastic bags. if i could slip & fall just once; i would like to slip & fall so that my dainty veins in my dainty wrist would land on a dainty razor blade. what a tragic accident it would be. & then i would believe that faery tales can come true.. it could happen to you [me.]
written on 2003-08-13 at 11:05 p.m.
she / lost