skipping days
she'll break her own heart and you know she'll break your heart too. \\ Dominique/Blaise, M&MWP \\
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She's the kind of girl who'll smash herself down in the night
She's the kind of girl who'll fracture her mind till its light
She'll break her own heart and you know she'll break your heart too
So darling, let go of her hand
-Patron Saint, Regina Spektor
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oh, sillysilly children, with their sillysilly games
shouting and running and laughing and smiling
as rain pours down like acrid tears, dark pigment
on dark sidewalks, crystal on your window pane.
the sillysilly children play like it's sunny as you
pour your drink down the sink and wonder if
she'll ever be back (oh no, she won't.). your
apartment has been lacking her light. it's
whitewashed walls are closing in on you like
an insane asylum and the curtain-less windows
cry at their nudity – she took those patchwork
coverings with her, along with her dazzling smiles
and cobalt diamond eyes and her fiery, fiery hair.
(somewhere in the back of your mind you think it
fits, this insane asylum.) it's just you and your
thoughts here as life passes you by – darling,
you're too late. the train has already left the
station.
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AN: Hi. So, I was listening to Regina Spektor's album What We Saw From the Cheap Seats and it's made of awesome. And then this happened.
The title's crap, but whatever.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Dominique/Blaise is a M&MWP and I don't Patron Saint by Regina Spektor, from whom I stole both my title and summary.