February 2012
13 posts
“recklessness is almost a mans revenge on his woman. He feels he is not valued,...”
– d. h. lawrence
he fits so nicely next to her and she tries not to look over, theres something in the room and it hangs over everyones head so she chooses his shoulder instead. ill think of the way the fingers go this way and that, and starting all over when you pause and you look new. this one i will keep to myself and no one will know she has made up her mind with this man in towe. something tells me it will...
“and for this next act: the finale.”
– III
when you give something you had to dig up for...
i had this idea one time
it was only a few back when i took it all down and thank god because i dont want you back. no not now or not ever and its probably too soon but his hands on my face make it all worth my time. and theres no rhyme no reason in your heart but sing to me sing to me and ill watch you and its the hole thats been missing. there was an idea i once had and it was only the other day and there it was and she...
“my lips to gods ears, id rather be here than anywhere else on the planet.”
– this is true.
“oh there i am. why do i miss you though?”
....the things that you love.
there is nothing inside and there is nothing to give me to hold onto. and im filled with photos and memories and words that make pictures, and my head is full of them full of them and you dont see anything. we go we go we go and go nowhere but everyone is there and its tiring and im bored and im wanting to hold your hands til it hurts and he gets it and wants it and its scary to think of. i cant...