citrus

i write something
and then i nix it

something else i'd like to mentally/tangibly note to myself...
and it's obsolete by the time i get it down

i listen to song lyrics and i pour out like the rain from clouds for days and days,
and, like this odd weather texas sees, i'm dry again by eventide

more than one girlfriend supposes i should be worried... one promises to worry for me since i seem so nonchalant.
inside it aches me, yes
but i explained to a boyfriend that my best bet is from center, to balance my weight - emotional, mental, physical
another boyfriend analogizes my method to martial arts,
perhaps i'm thinking more like "partial smarts"
everything will be just fine

allison writes about attachments while i marvel at what i'm willing to let go.
all of it, honestly...
i wouldn't beg to be kept.
didn't i say no penny in a pumpkin shell... and i couldn't stand to be hypocritical in a situation such as that - twisting arms is not fair game.
be still and stay ready

this city and i will have to work together,
and i'll possibly have to give more than i take,
but i'll take what i can get, for certain.

new relationships are a trial.
there really are no guarantees but if you're willing to make it work, how far will you go?
obviously i haven't taken it far enough in the past but we each only have our own paths.
and it takes two - my favorite position.
meanwhile, i have a crush on The Threesome, The Citrusness

which is good, really - because i figure that's what it will take to get me there, and through it.

maybe it's vague. but i like to personify.


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