don't wish for that please.
from the diary of a broken baby
she knows the darkness is not to blame. given that you started out in the light. but sometimes you lose sight of regret when you seem trapped in small, confined spaces. when it seems that it has become a secret place that with walls that have no eyes, no ears.
one kiss apparently always leads to another. and it hurts her to keep your hands at bay. to keep your hands from reaching, from holding. you both know you have nothing to offer her. the coffee, the cigs, the laughs and the stories -- they should have been enough. and you tell her, "yes, they are and i want to keep them." and she says she wants that same thing.
but her brokeness keeps her wanting. keeps her guessing. the "what if's" in the ether keep slipping in. and you -- you don't understand how or why or when. but she is moved that you are moved.
but let her remind you that families are hard to come by. she has conceded to not being worth the mess that might follow. but it takes two to fuckin' tango. so help her stop in mid-dance. there's no need for the bow.
ophelia
she knows the darkness is not to blame. given that you started out in the light. but sometimes you lose sight of regret when you seem trapped in small, confined spaces. when it seems that it has become a secret place that with walls that have no eyes, no ears.
one kiss apparently always leads to another. and it hurts her to keep your hands at bay. to keep your hands from reaching, from holding. you both know you have nothing to offer her. the coffee, the cigs, the laughs and the stories -- they should have been enough. and you tell her, "yes, they are and i want to keep them." and she says she wants that same thing.
but her brokeness keeps her wanting. keeps her guessing. the "what if's" in the ether keep slipping in. and you -- you don't understand how or why or when. but she is moved that you are moved.
but let her remind you that families are hard to come by. she has conceded to not being worth the mess that might follow. but it takes two to fuckin' tango. so help her stop in mid-dance. there's no need for the bow.
ophelia