i wake up and find that there are
tales as ancient as mountains in his eyes
and i can almost imagine what those eyes will be
when we are old, wrinkled, and grey.
and this grand canyon, this deep
jagged gash in his heart
closes up around me from
time to time. its okay, mines broken too
but my love is bottomless, and warm.
Could be worse, you could be the one that decided we should celebrate Jesus getting crucified with an egg-laying rabbit that gives kids colored beans.....
I AM NOT A WRITER but i like to pretend sometimes.
there are these old yellowed photographs
i don't have them but i remember so well
the way my mother smiled and laughed
and pretended to hate the attention of a lens.
i remember the way she thought it would all be so perfect
marriage and children
a perfect husband and perfect home.
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so i thought i would squash some shit between myself and an old friend that i had fought with, and he wrote me back to say "no, call me immature, but i'd rather you didn't exist, blah blah blah" we're not friends because i didn't like the girl he was dating. he's no longer with her, but apparently thats grounds to hate me.
hope your feelin better!