Fallen Star

How I'd looked up to you
shining down pure as starlight,
beaming in your silk nightgown
a fairy dressed all in white.

You'd read me a story,
the only one you could tell,
with each run I would wonder
if it might finally end well.

   After ever after, there's no genie in your bottle
   to grant the lost wishes you wipe off your lip.
   And all the kings men and all the kings horses
   have left you with me in a sinking ship.

There's no room for dreaming,
can't fit it into my suitcase
for this road trip from hell
up a long winding staircase.

You say we've arrived but
what waits at the top?
A new dragon to chase
then a hundred-foot drop?

   After ever after, there's no genie in your bottle
   to grant the lost wishes you wipe off your lip.
   And all the kings men and all the kings horses
   have left you with me in a sinking ship.

I charted a course chasing you through the sky,
thought you twinkled for me to stave off the dark.
But as you started to fade in the fresh light of day,
I could spy the black hole in your heart.

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Tug of War

You'd think I'd know you better
I fell for you when we were 10.
This castle built across a lifetime:
a house of cards against the wind.

I missed the signs completely
I'd blindly followed every rule.
Stood on the pedestal you fashioned
and tumbled off a broken stool.

You pull on your side
I'll tug on mine
not quite how I imagined
the bloody end of the line.

So tired of this but I'll hold my ground.
This game's not over 'til we all fall down.

Rich on a pocket of dimes,
we'd both be half-baked in the sun.
Back when "i'm sorry" came so easy
and losing games was half the fun.

You could always make me laugh
even times when I'd be bleedin'.
How could I know you wouldn't outgrow
that old propensity for cheatin'.

You pull on your side
I'll tug on mine
not quite how I imagined
the bloody end of the line.

So tired of this but I'll hold my ground.
This game's not over 'til we all fall down.

Strength is spent and skin is raw, far as hell from what I planned. Do I hold the means to be free? Or is this a noose in my hand?

So tired of this but I'll hold my ground.
This game's not over 'til I take you down.