Manic Pixie Dream Girl - CoWritten with Marissa Perez

A manic pixie dream girl is a quirky film character who falls in love with the  male protagonist makes him feel alive. Our movie begins with her.

FADE IN:

ACT ONE

the ordinary world

enter, boy

lonely and brooding, archetype of the misunderstood

I rollerblade 13 minutes in

a balloon in my hand

an indie soundtrack in your eardrum

I sit under a tree in his favorite park

Hair color matching grass

facial piercings glitter in the sun

I catch his eye, fit the scene

for a love story he wrote before even meeting me

CROSSFADE:

He sees me spit poems in a floral crown

Which I collect

I am a collector

of Thrift store receipts and boys who ask for my number before my name

Because I'm also a collectable

A silver token for your trophy shelf

More idea than identity

More character than person

More plot movement than woman

Besides Zooey Deschanel and Kate Winslet

We are manic pixie dream girls

And men love us for sport

ACT TWO

You feed me alphabet soup until I puke up love letters

You never learned how to cook up your own fulfillment

So I’m supposed to pour into the blank spaces

where your sense of self should be

I am a prop

here’s my body

you use it as a platform to make yourself tall

reach gratification

Oscar worthy production design

The cinematography is shot from your point of view

What's the budget for channelling a free spirit in a mind of mirrors?

A relationship?

You can't date an experience

SMASH CUT:

You directed

Save me

From my car crash organs

Tissues crumbled with surrender

I donated my atria

Trying to fix your bitter

fix your empty

and you gave me hollow acoustic guitar songs in return

And now you want me to open my thighs like jaws of life

but you can’t make love to a fantasy

My vagina isn’t a dumping ground for your insecurities

LENS FLARE:

I'm a scene in your feature

And you cut to the climax

You Fade in

I Fade out

ACT THREE

the thing about letting a woman be your temple

Is when you kneel in peach sunbeams

You forget our skin is stain glass

Mosaic broken

bound by abandoned promises

You walk over our cracks like sidewalk

Afraid of breaking the back of your fantasy

Just because my lips are painted purple

doesnt mean I’m made to kiss your bruises

You can’t keep making bandages out of people

because to you,

I’m just the path to a less foggy mirror

but we are tired of being shrunk down to make you feel big

I've had enough sleepless nights to realize that I may be a manic pixie dream girl

But the dreams are only yours

I want to rupture reality

I want to go off script

I want to go out

Fade out

FADE OUT
Out of this body

Out of these lines

life isn't played across a silver screen

You can't crumble each breath into a frame

You can’t diminish my personhood into a single scene

because I am not a character

I am the writer

And this story is about me.