m_bethany

"oh the tangled webs we weave,
when we practice to decieve".

strike the blow, deeper then. the pain is cleansing. you think this is your action? your thoughts? I asked for you to strike me down... the irony I find is solace enough in this moment for the balance to be set.

I lite my match, I do not fear watching myself in a mirror lighting a cigarette and moving a penned hand across the page. the inspiration is astounding.

having no idea how dead I was until I met you. then I realized I was still breathing in comparision.

it may hurt now but the wound will heal and the scar tissue be minimal. I have a fight record too. let's box. or better yet, you go at it yourself while I turn and walk away. my time has been used enough thus far by you.

there may be five of you and you are going to kick my ass - but somebody is loosing an eye (paraphrased "Henry Fool").

I can look in the mirror, even by force - but I can take the image. part of be wonders if you can look at yourself in the light next to me?

remember I asked for you... just did not choose the form or script. but I take the lesson, keep my mouth silent, and walk away. we are done.