Imaginary Monday Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

My imaginary Monday,
so sweet,
so perfect.
Everyone is happy,
people I hate finally punished,
people I love finally free.
The cuts on my arm
forgotten.
No one cares.
I don't hurt,
and things go my way.
But the best part?
My very favoritest part?
My beautiful nightmare,
so perfect,
so emotistic,
is finally mine.
He proffeses his love
and I mine.
He holds me
and wipes away my many tears
and I snuggle in close.
And we stay like that for what feels like a forever
and a second
all at once.
Imaginary monday?
Oh yeah,
it's fucking Tuesday.


Oct.-19-09