Sarah's Greatest Affair

Author's Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth. All rights go to their respective owners. I was listening to "Lover to Lover" by Florence +the Machine, and then this idea came (and I made one reference to it in here). This is just a silly little poem that I thought of about what Sarah would lose by spending more time with Jareth, so I hope you enjoy it!

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Sarah was cheating, again.

~She promised herself no more

~~After two jobs in college.

~~~Clearly, she hadn't learned yet

~~~~From the problems had before

~~~~~That her beloved was better,

~~~~~~And that she got better grades

~~~~~~~When she spent more time with "him".

~~~~~~~~It took her years to learn it,

~~~~~~~~~But she made it work at last,

~~~~~~~~~~To give "him" more importance

~~~~~~~~~~~Than her grades, so making them

~~~~~~~~~~~~Even better than before.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~And yet, she was too ready

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~To spend more time with Jareth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~She was wandering the streets

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~And partying underground.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~She wasn't a party girl

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In college whatsoever;

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~She just cared about school.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Then, Jareth appeared one day,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Saying that she worked too much,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~And he was right. She changed

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~By agreeing to go out

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~With him at long last, and then,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~She stopped seeing "him" each night

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As she instead stayed up late,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Falling asleep in Jareth's arms

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Or simply spending the night

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In her room at his castle.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Worse still, even when alone,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~She just couldn't fall asleep

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As various images

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Plagued her and kept her awake.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jareth was always involved

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Since her inner voice liked him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Recently, the image was

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jareth jumping out of a cake

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In a black leather jumpsuit

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Grinning broadly, and saying

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Surprise! Happy birthday, Dear!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~No, memories would not clear

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Since they would not stop playing

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Continuously. To boot,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~He had jumped from chocolate cake,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Making her hungry because

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Despite her being so trim

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chocolate was something she loved,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~And when offered, she would take

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Despite all the images

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Caused that wouldn't let her sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sugar kept her in the zone

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~To handle all the hassle

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~From schoolwork so she could write

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~And still wake with her alarms.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~So she went to class and ate,

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Even though it was a fight.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~That world fell down at last when

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~She reformed, without a doubt

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~That she wouldn't be deranged

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~And finally not have such

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Weird habits and have to pay

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~For acting like such a tool

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Towards her beloved whenever

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Homework sent her for a whirl.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~She beat her head on the ground

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As she wrote papers on Keats

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Until she gave up hope with

~~~~~~~~~~~~The feeling always heady:

~~~~~~~~~~~Soon she would be past her door

~~~~~~~~~~Where she had glorious REM.

~~~~~~~~~Torn between Jareth's big hints

~~~~~~~~And the allure of nights passed

~~~~~~~With "him" who always could fit,

~~~~~~Even with life filled to the brim,

~~~~~Jareth won, because as life fades

~~~~He, too, was always there for her.

~~~~There was no hope anymore

~~~For "him", so she didn't fret.

~~She had come home now, on edge.

~She said, opening the door,

"Hello, bed. I'm here, again."

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Author's Notes: So, who knew what it was going to be within the first five lines? I can totally see Sarah giving up sleep and her bed to spend more time with Jareth, and my mind went places. This is not the first time I have heard of someone describing their time spent in bed asleep as a relationship, so I thought it would be interesting to try it. I was playing around with the rhyme scheme in a weird way, so I hope it makes sense, as does the winding way it ends up here, as only a sleep-deprived mind can (the site wouldn't let me add the tabs and spacing, so this will have to do). I may have reused a couple words for rhyming, but it just fit so much better that way, sorry. Also, this is a belated birthday gift to Kyndsie, who I have spent many hours complaining about sleep deprivation with. I had two competing ideas in my mind, to have Sarah give up sleep to spend time with Jareth, and then the idea of Jareth jumping out a birthday cake, and so this was created. I hope you enjoyed it!