X - Delusions Of Grandeur (and Other Small Miracles)

written by delikately

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Manifests

by delikately

i don’t set alarms, the day still waits for me take the long way, it turns out great every door i walk toward swings open like it’s waiting for me things just worked in my favor eventually (mm…) just like that, it lands in my lap i say it, and somehow it’s mine like the universe shrugged and said, “okay, sure.” uh-huh everything lines up like it overheard my thoughts the world keeps answering before i even ask i don’t wait, i don’t chase, it finds me anyway turn a maybe into a yes blink, and it’s done manifest, yeah, bless it’s wild how it shows up without me lifting a finger didn’t ask for attention, but it lines up anyway i raise a brow, watch them trip over their own words it’s divine, it’s profane, it’s clear i glow, and they volunteer (mm…) just like that, it lands in my lap i say it, and somehow it’s mine like they shrugged and said, “anything you want.” uh-huh everything lines up like it overheard my thoughts the world keeps answering before i even ask i don’t wait, i don’t chase, it finds me anyway turn a maybe into a yes blink, and it’s done manifest, yeah, bless it’s wild how it shows up without me lifting a finger if beauty is a language, i’m fluent now (i’m fluent now) no translation needed, this is my arrival, no debut i’ve been here, just breaking through i glow without trying i finally feel what they swore was real no need for applause, i already know how good it feels to glow uh-huh everything unfolds like it’s reading my cards energy flows where my focus goes living proof, everybody knows manifest, yeah, no sweat somehow it still surprises me how often this works without me lifting a finger if the world hands me worship who am i to protest?

Passenger Princess

by delikately

arm on the window, nails catching sun golden hour does my makeup’s justice you drive, i daydream, that’s half the fun the world blurs out like a lazy sketch i don’t need the wheel when i’ve got this edge ’cause i don’t need the wheel to feel in control every song on the stereo i already chose you laugh and call me spoiled but isn’t that the job to know where the power sits quiet, cross-legged watching the world blur at seventy miles an hour passenger princess, i don’t need the keys passenger princess, the throne fits just right gold hoops swinging, sunlight in my lap lip gloss melting on a cherry chap my power lives quiet, it moves on the breeze you change the lanes, but i change the night ’cause i don’t need the wheel to feel in control i’m too busy being the view you’ll never get back you laugh and call me spoiled but isn’t that the job to know where the power sits quiet, cross-legged watching the world blur at seventy miles an hour passenger princess, i don’t need the keys passenger princess, the throne fits just right you joke that i’m spoiled, but i know the trick a crown only works if it doesn’t slip you laugh and call me spoiled but isn’t that some form of art to hold the whole journey by staying where you are passenger princess, bare feet on the dash passenger princess, eyes closed, i decide wherever we’re going, yeah wherever we’re going, don’t wake me just yet

The Perfect Guy

by delikately

he has it all, still sees my worth i’m priceless here, within his universe he doesn’t leave me guessing doesn’t drift away he knows when to stay silent when there’s nothing to say it’s not the way they write it down no white horse, no golden crown but if you blink, you might just miss a quiet kind of magic like this the perfect guy’s not the one from the screen he’s the one in my kitchen making coffee at three the kind of steady you don’t advertise the perfect guy, standing right by my side the perfect guy he’s real, and he’s here with me he listens when i’m rambling stories i’ve told too many times he sees through the armor, forgives all my crimes leaves notes on the counter never makes a scene holds me close, but lets me breathe it’s not the way they write it down no white horse, no golden crown but if you blink, you might just miss a quiet kind of magic like this the perfect guy’s not the one from the screen he’s the one in my kitchen making coffee at three the kind of steady you don’t advertise the perfect guy, standing right by my side the perfect guy he’s real, and he’s here with me i used to hate waking up early now i’m half-awake grateful that your shoes are the first ones out in the hallway i’ve been called darling, i’ve been called sweet but it never stuck, it never felt like me he doesn’t need to dazzle, doesn’t need to show his steady love is the one thing i can lean on the perfect guy’s not the one from the screen he’s the one in my kitchen making coffee at three the kind of steady you don’t advertise the perfect guy, standing right by my side the perfect guy he’s real, and he’s here with me he’s the kind of dream i keep tucked inside the perfect guy and somehow, he’s mine.

Pretty Privilege

by delikately

she got the call from hollywood they want her and it's no surprise her boss wrapped up a range rover in a pink bow said, “baby, you earned it” she’s got the kind of pull you can’t ignore every glance confirms what she already knew if she had a nickel for each time a guy said “you’re beautiful,” or “you’re so pretty, damn” head over heels in their tailored shoes loosening ties like the heat broke through she glows, and their cool dissolves she could buy her way to a better life but she don’t even need to, you know i don’t know about you but life’s a little sweeter with pretty privilege, yuh it’s good to have pretty privilege she's getting picked up from the airport got her own chauffeur champagne waiting in the armrest of her porsche and when she struts past every boy can’t help but stare she’s got the kind of pull you can’t ignore every glance confirms what she already knew if she had a nickel for each time a guy said “you’re beautiful,” or “you’re so pretty, damn” head over heels in their tailored shoes loosening ties like the heat broke through she glows, and their cool dissolves she could buy her way to a better life but she don’t even need to, you know i don’t know about you but life’s a little sweeter with pretty privilege, yuh it’s good to have pretty privilege she don’t wait in lines, she don’t check the price gets the keycard floor where the city shines boys line up, but it’s all the same she already won before she played the game if she had a nickel for each time a guy said “you’re beautiful,” or “you’re so pretty, damn” head over heels in their tailored shoes loosening ties like the heat broke through she glows, and their cool dissolves she could buy her way to a better life but she don’t even need to, you know i don’t know about you but life’s a little sweeter with pretty privilege, yuh it’s good to have pretty privilege, yuh it’s good to be pretty…

Not Your Typical Teenage Movie

by delikately

you don’t sneak me in through windows no juliet balcony stunt you buzz me up with a smirk that says “we’re skipping the plot going straight to the thrill” we don’t fade to black when the credits roll this reel keeps running past self-control the way you touch me’s a long, steady pan like the lens knows more than the audience can (yeah) this ain't your typical teenage movie it’s messy it’s wild uncut, unscripted, unapologetic breaking all the “shoulds” it’s grown-up heat, a little unruly you don’t save me, i don’t play shy we just burn through the night, you and i took a chance in the gazebo under the moon your hands don’t fumble, they already know lipstick smudges on your button-down white you say, “the night’s young,” i say, “it won’t last” a stolen kiss, too late, too soon it’s more than a scene we’re writing a script that’s r-rated but clean the way you touch me’s a long, steady pan like the lens knows more than the audience can (yeah) this ain't your typical teenage movie it’s messy it’s wild uncut, unapologetic breaking all the “shoulds” it’s grown-up heat, a little unruly you don’t save me, i don’t play shy we just burn through the night, you and i there’s no preview for a love like this we just live it before we get old it’s reckless, it’s wrong in the right way …the kind the camera cuts before it shows too much soundtrack swelling too loud screen fogged up in metaphor a scene they’d never dare to air (yeah) this ain't your typical teenage movie it’s messy it’s wild uncut, unapologetic breaking all the “shoulds” it’s grown-up heat, a little unruly you don’t save me, i don’t play shy we just burn through the night, you and i

Magical Realism

by delikately

saw a staircase in the sky tonight each step a memory glowing bright i reached for you but touched the air the stars just laughed said, “life’s unfair.” the air was thick with something unseen i can’t tell if this is ours or something borrowed from a dream your voice a soft command take my heart don’t give it back (don’t give it back) in our world of magical realism hold me while the city sleeps and dreams where nothing is certain and everything feels like magic i reach for something i can’t define a compass drawn to what’s unclear the air feels painted the colors blend in a loop of beginnings that never end the air was thick with something unseen i can’t tell if this is ours or something borrowed from a dream your voice a soft command take my heart don’t give it back (don’t give it back) in our world of magical realism hold me while the city sleeps and dreams where nothing is certain and everything feels like magic we move like we’ve always been here in a space that trembles between waking and letting go i can’t tell if this is ours or something borrowed from a dream your voice a soft command take my heart don’t give it back (don’t give it back) in our world of magical realism hold me while the city sleeps and dreams where nothing is certain and everything feels like magic.

The Unreliable Narrator

by delikately

sweetheart, i narrate like a runway traitor i said i’d call but i threw my phone told you i’m fine left you alone i lied i cried unreliable me but you still reply my tongue’s a weapon a double-edged sword i’ll swear i said it then deny i did don’t quote me i’m the narrator who’s flawed my truths are bent fiction posing as fact i’m the whisper in your ear love me or leave me connect the dots i’m the thief in the night (don't quote me) i told you i’m vegan while eating wings claimed i hate drama but i pull the strings i’m the riddle i’m the maze get too close i’ll set ablaze my tongue’s a weapon a double-edged sword i’ll swear i said it then deny i did don’t quote me i’m the narrator who’s flawed my truths are bent fiction posing as fact i’m the whisper in your ear love me or leave me connect the dots i’m the thief in the night (don't quote me) i got receipts but i burned the pages my words are books with missing phrases never lied just decide what to say a little sugar a little spice i’ll sell you a dream but i’ll double the price am i the truth or a rumor you heard? don’t quote me i’m the narrator, unreliable my truths are bent fiction posing as fact i’m the whisper in your ear love me or leave me connect the dots i’m the thief in the night (don't quote me) told you i was doing fine my face said, "oh please…”

Don’t Be Afraid Of Death, Winnie

by delikately

you stir your tea until the lemon disappears ask me if i think the end is near the radiator hums like it knows the score death isn’t a stranger, it’s just the kid next door it doesn’t knock loud, it doesn’t wear black it just sits in the corner waiting for you to crack don’t be afraid of death, winnie it’s not the worst thing coming be afraid of the rooms you never enter, the days you let rust instead of create don’t be afraid of death, winnie be afraid of an unlived life closing your eyes while the sun’s still high remember the swings and the summers that split our knees we thought forever was the same as now the grass grew taller, but the air stayed thin time never warned us it would turn like a friend shake our hand politely, then start over again it isn’t cruel, it isn’t kind it’s the hand on the shoulder at closing time don’t be afraid of death, winnie it’s not the worst thing coming be afraid of the rooms you never enter, the days you let rust instead of create don’t be afraid of death, winnie be afraid of an unlived life standing too still while the days slide by one day the curtain will close, that’s true but aren’t you curious what the play can do better to stumble, to fail, to sing off-key than to sit in the dark, whispering “what if” to me what we get is the trying, not the reason why so take your coat, love, the night’s not done yet be afraid of regret, not of death don’t be afraid of death, winnie it’s softer than you think just a quiet hand pulling you to the brink don’t be afraid of death, winnie be afraid of an unlived life don’t shut the door on your own light