I only wanted to be wonderful and wonderful is true

Nov 23, 2010 15:08

I take all the despair I've ever known, from genocide down to the momentary surge for nicotine.
I put it it my stomach. There is no other safe place for it.
It twists, it condenses, that spindly creation of mine.
I pour compassion out, but I am a one way wall.
I am tattered as fuck now, still a one way wall, chunks missing.
Sitting in my car, trying to compress the despair so it doesn't fly out this swisscheesesoul.
This house looks so wrong when you are not in love. Everything looks so wrong when you are coming down from love. And so real, and so able to inflict pain. The bricks weren't staggered right, this causes me despair.
When you are so wrong about something you knew you were so right about it blows through you. If you cannot trust yourself. If you cannot trust yourself. If you cannot trust yourself..You're fucked.
And that's where I am.
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