Illicit daydreams, creative highs.
Always in my own world. A universe that is perfect to hide.
Constantly on the brink of tears for absolutely no reason.
So instead of realizing I may have a problem I blame pisces season.
A lot of things make me sulk,
Only seen when I open up, not common when I cut myself off.
I give glares to those who’ve disappointed me,
Though it was years ago I cannot just let it be.
Initially intimidating, introverted, never starting conversation,
Keeping to myself, as if my motive got lost in translation.
It’s sad really, but I won’t stop preaching “I’m a scorpio rising,”
Because there is no better excuse for my secret pining.
The story arch I dream to have, love interest meets mysterious girl.
Closed off to the world, but they have the key.
Teaching her there is good to see.
Fantasy to the world, but even better because it’s also a fantasy for us.
The perfect story, no fights, only pure love, someone to trust.
Excuse my tangent… because it’s just one of those daydreams again.
Instead of meeting that person here I sit with my paper and pen,
Writing the ideal situation instead of living it out.
Pretending is easy, mostly when I can control the route,
And hope my manifestations will bring me happiness soon.
There I go again, you have to excuse my pisces moon.
Emma After Hours 