Sunday, June 17, 2012
last night was wild, and not the good kind. sometimes i think i've changed you, only for the worst. i wonder vaguely who you were when we first met, cause i can't remember, but i see you now and i know something is different. i'm not the same either. but when we first met you knew every single side of me, i didn't hide a thing. but it seems like every day i witness a new angle you take, or a mood you relay. like a tonic you drink and you're lost and taking the kitchen sink. what you love to do is get angry. remind me all the things i'm doing wrong and how i'm a liar because i promise you i'd do anything for you. you repeat what i say then deem it a lie. assign it a poison, you can't pass it by. i really don't mind. i just sing that meatloaf song in my head, because i would do anything for you love, but i will not do that. if i do i know within the next week i'll be on my hands and knees as you would have found a substitute, or the latest devil. and the witchcraft is getting old, it's soggy from all the tears. i absorb each one as painful as the last, and i want it to pass as quickly as possibly, so quickly its just a flash and there's nothing to really remember it by. but you want to let it get comfortable, take its shoes off and make itself at home. it turns our home upside down and i'm sitting on the ceiling looking down at the room wondering how i can make it out the door without you noticing. i need a distraction, to get some traction. you're cut throat, but i'm just a jerk. is it lust or hurt? we yearn for one another, but the others prove us wrong. meant for one another, does it mean a thing at all? have you seen us take it all the way, i look in the mirror and my mistakes stare back, they're grinning and i'm gritting my teeth and bracing myself. now my health is in your hands, and it's an enormous responsibility.