You Said

You said you could color the
pages of my black and white story
but the only problem with those pretty
words is that you never bought the markers.

You said you could get me the moon
but we both know that the rocket ship you
stole only works with a quarter inserted in it.

You said that you would send me a million roses
but I wonder if you were genuine to buy only a couple
fake roses or just stupid.


You said that I make smoking sexy
but those cigarettes I bought were for
you, never me.

You said that you could show me the world
but I've seen that globe in your office before,
it's nothing special.

You said that you would love me forever
but we both know this isn't some fucking
fairy tale.