I wonder how you sleep at night
With your anxiety so high
Your panic in short, quiet bursts
And sporadic terrors that are imagined
And somehow more real than even the
Ground you walk on
I wonder how you dream
I wonder if you think of me before you settle into that starry moonlit slumber
I think of you.
I pray to dream of you—-
Of a starlit, moon drenched first kiss, with you
When I was little, my parents
Never told me of fairy tales
They didn’t think I should believe in
Such tomfoolery.
But I dreamed of things. Of fairies, ghosts, knights, zombies, princesses, ghouls——everything. I mixed and mashed an amalgam of all the stories and fairy tales that I
Thought all parents told their kids before bedtime.
My parents didn’t kiss in front of my sister and I, either. We didn’t talk about feelings. We only
Stuck our middle finger up at each other
Because
“Fairy tales aren’t real.”
But, I realized my own fairy tale.
With art.
Art of us. Art others drew of us.
I found truth in the art, even as flawed and strange as it was:
I felt like it was the truest thing about myself—-opening up to you, believing in you——seeing you glow in confidence.
I was alone with my thoughts.
I denied any feelings other than indifference and outright frustration over the situation.
But, together, we took
That strange interconnected world(in our town) of our “pretend” love that garnered so much attention and reverence: and
Made it into something more real
Than anything I’ve ever felt,
And that was when I felt it.
This fairy tale I had been telling myself over and over in my heart,
In my head,
In my soul,
Had come true.
And… it was you.
You, honey.
You were my dream come true.
And through the barriers of time and space and stars and earth—-through mortality and morbidity and immortality—-
I broke through it all.
And you woke me up,
With a kiss. A real one. Like that princess that slept all day and all night, but in real life. Yeah.
A kiss that felt like the sun and the moon collided and created something terrifically luminous
And terrifying, yet
It is absolutely beautiful and perfect and our own fervent, painful release
A kiss of life.
And Tweek, that’s the only story
I need to continue.
Love, Craig
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Author note: here is a dream time poem about Craig and Tweek and their relationship. It is poem written in Craig’s perspective. So, South Park fanfiction poetry is now off my bucket list! Lol.
-Melissa
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous will be published by Eukalypto
& Atonement will be released this August by JMS Books
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