Yes, I do own Instant Star and Tim Rozon.
Thank me for screwing up your show.

The fading summer grass lay in decaying tufts along the pebble banked swing set, your feet digging deeply into the smooth stones. I wished for the tide to lap at your dusty feet, a spray for your tired hands and the rusted chains digging into your palms. Something beside the hot rubber seat you sat upon, I wanted to give you Poseidon's kingdom.

"Hey," I stood beside you and I couldn't miss the awkward tension in your jaw when you didn't look up. You chewed on a hangnail gingerly, squinting into the gel screen sunset dipping into the jungle gym horizon.

"Hey," We hadn't talked much until then and I knew why it was but what mattered was your face shining in the afternoon sun. The sky in its hexadecimal kaleidoscope trickled down against the bunny and dragon clouds, mutating them into fire trucks and Dalmatians before my eyes. I followed along the A's and F's of your irises, giving myself the time of 0 to 9.

"Listen," Was it such a dominating command as it was really the submissive's bargaining chip? "I know you wanted it to turn out differently."

"I did." You spat out the foul piece of skin defiling your I-teeth. You sucked on your thumb for a split second, lapping at the wound you'd afflicted upon yourself. "Why are you here?"

I'd stop the world and melt with you if you'd forever give up interrogating my whereabouts. I slid into the vacant swing next to you, becoming one with the radiating warmth below me. You've seen the difference, haven't you? You've seen it now that all has changed.

"I just wanted to say hello; nothing bad."

"Good."

"Good." I kicked at the river rocks and stirred up the sand, a miniature dust storm settling deeper into our shoes. I tried to differentiate between taupe and beige, coral and peach. I would have done anything in that moment to keep myself from admitting that I was just killing time.

"I waited for you." You pushed yourself up and away from me with a Siren's creak, coming back to raise high behind me. Your legs hung unenergetically as you tried to pump higher into the awaiting arms of a spread of cumulus anemone, their fingers spread out to sting you into submission. "Only the good die young and life goes on without you."

"The world waits with bated breath." The scent of bloody iron covered my hands and the fingerprints against my knees. "Where would I be?" All apologies and nothing to show for them was a tiresome roulette, wasn't it? But you pushed against me. You jousted so far into my side; I felt the bends come bubbling up to the surface quickly.

"This dance is never over; we still dance along the tops of our heart-shaped boxes." I grabbed onto your chain, halting your maiden voyage and knocking myself out of the ship. I fell into the snare of sea weeds and chewed cotton-candy bubble gum, finally at your knees where you wanted me. "We're never over."

You went back to your lack of acknowledgement, floating away merrily down the stream of fading sun light. I nodded for you and continued nodding as I walked away again. Waiting wasn't hesitation; the tomorrows for another stanza of another Iliad.