Alice may think
that I don't know
anything about love
and maybe I don't
but I know
how I feel
and I think that's important.
"You don't love me, Charlie."
But I do.
"At least not the way you think you do."
She leaves my room
to check her test.
She comes back to me
and I see it in her eyes.
She closes the test and puts it in her pocket
but remains at the door,
leaning on it's frame.
"You love the idea of me, Charlie."
As soon as the words leave her mouth
I know she is
more right
than wrong
and I wish she wasn't.
But I know Alice
like I know
the back of my own hand
because in truth
I don't know much about her
at all.
Alice is
my Wonderland
and she is
my Everything
and she is
nonexistent.
Or, rather,
nonexistence.
Fin.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Gumdrop Slides (cell phone novel)
ContoI'm trying my hand at this cpn thing, let's see where it goes edit: I ended it up making it rather short, but I think it turned out okay for a first try.
