You know things aren’t going too well when you start making a list of lists you need to make.
I can hear you. Well, you can talk loudly if you want to, I guess…
Why are you chasing me when I’m here, when I have nowhere else to be?
What’s on your mind, are you mad at me?
Stop hiding your face and tell me the truth:
Is it really you
Or is it me, failing to be what you expected?
Is it your insecurity
Or is it mine, growing as we talk?
Stop hiding your face, because I like seeing the tears in your eyes.
I love seeing the look on your face when you’re scared that it might be over and I might soon be gone.
Because I love those rare moments where I have the power to give you a tiny piece of pure joy
Simply by staying and holding your hand,
Thinking there’s nothing that could ever make me leave.
I love trying to make you believe that this is you, the person standing in front of me,
And not the one you see in the mirror in your head.
Because, mirrored images, my dear, are inverted and fake.
And so are the ones we create of ourselves in our sickened twisted brains.
Léon Spilliaert (1881-1946), Le Couple - 1902
me ever since I got back home *sigh*
I’ll take my grief and turn it into my happiest times. I’ll take the distance and turn it into the closest two people have ever been. I’ll kill my desire to change you and wish that you’ll always stay the same but will learn how to love what you are.
And I’ll learn how to live with myself and I will love it. And I will love you.
And I won’t go back this time.
me at the Niagara Falls State Park’s Observation Tower
Toledo, Ohio c.1972 © Jerry Lewis
"The sea is the cruelest lover."
Helmet - Milquetoast
Seeing Helmet, Filter and Local H tonight @ Thompson House! Not quite as excited as I would have been a few years back, but still - I’m finally going to a decent gig! Yay for me!
to fight for myself and no one else
to leave the battle field when the enemy becomes my lover