|Babies and Cosmopolitans
Author: beatrice is hot PM
...You...you're brilliant, and as much as I'd love to hate you, you're my archetypal hero, and you make my inksplotch life's meaning crystal clear... We're best friends with kissessoul matesand I'm also bitterly jealous of you. Oh, good. R&R. Do itRated: Fiction T - English - Words: 180 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 03-06-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2329906
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Me, I'm fine, I'm
I'm beginning to realize: this world isn't exactly a blank canvas for my taking
it's not made of snowy empty pages waiting for my kiss, my genius
I'm beginning to resent: it's waiting for yours.
I'm not meant to be extraordinary, am I? Much as I'd like to be
(And, oh, I'm delusional—I'd do best as a businessman's wife,
making babies and cosmopolitans, lounging
in a silk bathrobe, and smiling—but that's another story)
But you, you're brilliant, and as much as I'd love to hate you
my archetypal hero, and you make my ink-splotch life's meaning crystal clear
(Rorschach-style, giving me another view)
with your beautiful broad hands and your smile, and I
couldn't live without you, bastard, so
I guess my epic life plan
is out; I'll watch yours instead, and I won't even mind, because
You're waiting for my kiss.
You are my genius.