A romantic rendezvous, a short story by Ax. Date added: 2010-10-28. Times viewed: 1035.
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- Intro: [Ax]
I’m sat on the train.
I can’t wait to finally meet you.
I look out of the window at the retreating horizon,
And I wonder what you look like in real life.
I’m thinking about the pictures you sent me.
You’re a good looking guy, a little weedy, a little needy,
But there’s nothing wrong with that.
You’d seen pictures of me.
I was blonde and pretty, kinda small.
You knew you’d love me.
And maybe I’d love you too.
In shining armour, you said you’d be my knight,
Protect me from my cruel step dad, you’d treat me right,
Make me feel like the princess I am,
I’d love to believe this fairytale, maybe you really can.
I’d talked to you on those lonely nights,
Online, the phone, or just through text,
We felt feelings we had called 'Love',
We had a bond, but never met.
Sometimes I felt we were far too attached,
You had a girlfriend once, and I felt betrayed,
But it ended abruptly, and things were good again,
But let’s not pretend you were my whole life,
I got myself a boyfriend, and you were distraught,
Told me I could do better, told me he was a bad guy,
And maybe he was, but I liked his protection,
But now I see, you were right all along,
Who needs him? He’s no Romeo,
No Jack for my Rose, just a thorn in my side,
I need a sweet guy, a sensitive guy, like you.
The train is stopping now.
I’m getting up to stand by the door.
I’m finally going to meet you.
I stand by the door and stare through the glass.
I see you.
But, you haven’t yet noticed me.
I look closer.
You’re holding flowers.
You really want to get lucky tonight, don’t you?
Maybe you will.
And maybe you won’t.
The train doors open.
I see you.
But you still do not notice me.
You knew I was coming, I’m the girl of your dreams,
I’m stepping off the train, nothing’s quite as it seems,
Maybe I’m not blonde and pretty and small.
Maybe I’m dark, and muscular and tall.
And maybe those pictures you hung on your wall,
Maybe those aren’t pictures of me at all,
I’m not your sweet little blonde pretty girl,
I’m not the most perfect girl in the world,
I’m not the girl you feel like you’ve known you’re whole life,
I’m her boyfriend, you cunt, and I’m carrying a knife.
I may be a psycho, I may be insane,
But it takes a guy like me to deal with the pain,
Looks like this fuckin’ Romeo is running out of luck,
“Romance is dead”, said Juliet, and you just want a fuck,
Convince yourself you’re genuine, tell me you’re in love,
I’ve ripped the wings and feathers right off this poor turtle dove,
You want a girl, you want a friend, you want a fuckin’ dream,
Face it, what you really want is to blow your fucking cream,
But you never stood a chance, you cunt, I’m too much man for you,
You couldn’t handle a girl like that, don’t lie, you know it’s true,
I’m everything you’re not, everything you want to be,
I’m strong and smart and tall and toned,
You can’t compare to me.
You quiver like a pussy, brave knight you turned out to be,
This fairytale is ending, but the monster, well, that's me.
No 'Happily ever after', and the dragon's not been slain,
The valiant knight is bleeding now, he's crying out in pain,
The hot princess will never know what happened on this night,
Life will go on, quite happily, without the noble Knight.
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