"And I won't be ashamed of the games we once played..."
Rivers gives me shivers
I read on the internet
Right after seeing random pictures of him spread across the page.

Every few days
I ask Phoebe
If she thinks maybe
He'll show up at my apartment
With his guitar
And a rose.
Maybe some See's candy.

I imagine kissing such a
Talented mouth.
Maybe he'd bust out a tune for me
In the living room.

But I don't really want Rivers to come to my house.
It's the distant fantasy I have,
But if it came true
It wouldn't be perfect
My dream would be over.
My fantasy dead.
He'd probably show up,
And talk non-stop about a wife,
Or boyfriend
Or plant he has a relationship with.
And tears would form in the corners of my eyes.

He just looks so nice
So sincere
Not to mention hot and talented.
But do people like me
Ever really want to meet people from their fantasy's?

Or just keep them tucked into a secret fantasy corner of the mind
To take out at leisure and create stories with.

I'm sure my created Rivers story
Is much better than reality.

And I'll keep it that way.

07/01/2003

Posted on 06/30/2003
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