pink elephants

please stop hand feeding me reasons to believe there exists no girl that sleeps in between your arms, smothered underneath the sheets. stop pretending that all is okay between us and that one day it will be you and me. because one day very soon i will have to endure the hardship which will be to see you together. if it is from far away or just the seat next door i will have to see the hugs and kisses and dances shared on the hardwood floor. the ride home together to a bungaloo get-away with a name that does not exist for convenience sake. on a date that was supposed to be shared between friends there will be strangers with daggers for eyes and bullets pointed towards the heart. i need to prepare. i need to know the she IS, instead of a sleeper cell that may or may not be real. because, as we know, georgie bush has eluded to fantasms that do not exist while ignoring the pink elephant in the room. i need to see what will be before me in just 30 days time. i need to know why, when, how, where. i need to be told the truth because keeping it from me is doing no good. my mind is a great story teller but i'd rather the hard nose facts that lie amongst the newspaper of your life.