Everyday :: Fiona Apple & Jon Brion
“I want a love like in a black and white movie.” he stated, as if it was understood, as if she knew all along that her hues were too bold and bright. Her lips were cherry red, her hair a bottle black with the glow through undertones of blue, and her dress was green as the envy she felt now in the depths of her insides.
The girl waiting in the car was pale and pedestrian, nearly not there, easy as pie. She would nod and smile at him, work herself to exhaustion, all to keep him artistically inspired and keep him in papers to roll his smokes in. Not a muse, no, he would use their torrid, in color past to fill in the gaps, and then hold her down, his hand tight around her neck, taking out his memory on her pliable frame.
She would be his everyday, his white wedding bells, the love he’ll swear he waited for, easy to predict with a sugar sweet smile. But sometimes, in the wee hours of the night, he would still long for the unexpected, a life in color, in roller coaster danger divine.
Love is like a black and white movie, simple and true, and everyday. With a love like that he’ll never look back.
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