I want to stomp on the face of this conversation, break the nose, bloody the lips. I want to beat on the chest of this offense, pound the ribs, leave fist-shaped bruises, blue-green-yellow-black. I want, I want, I want- this and then that. That and now this. I want it all and I want it now and I want you shut up, shut UP, SHUT UP!
But we don't always get what we want and we don't always say what we feel and we don't always leave when we should. We don't always love the hardest, fuck the greatest, act the nicest. For now, I sit silently on the other end of the phone line, holding my tongue, sitting on my hands to keep them from flying.
My head is a mess right now. A big, jumbled, fucked-up, ugly mess.
But we don't always get what we want and we don't always say what we feel and we don't always leave when we should. We don't always love the hardest, fuck the greatest, act the nicest. For now, I sit silently on the other end of the phone line, holding my tongue, sitting on my hands to keep them from flying.
My head is a mess right now. A big, jumbled, fucked-up, ugly mess.
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glisten:
rosie_baby:
sounds like you're going through a rough patch. matters of the heart are the hardest to deal with. mind & heart clashing together. hope you feel better soon.
