A Dull Knife
Love is not cool. It's plain and simple. I hear that it's a beautiful thing, but it only is when you get your way. I think that's my problem. I haven't gotten my way with it so I hate it with my entire being. I'd rather take a knife to my heart and cut it from my chest than entertain the idea that its chips and cracks may someday be sewn back together. Sometimes I think love is the basis for all the strife that is born in the world.
A song states that 'wise men say, only fools rush in' and it's true. Everyone is always in a hurry. Get in, get out, and get on with your life. Maybe it is better that way. To make things quick and snappy. That way, the emotion doesn't settle for too long. So maybe it would be better if the lyrics read 'wise men say, only fools fall slowly in' but that makes the syntax too long and it doesn't sound right.
And how confusing is it supposed to be? Geez, I mean really. "Then let's say God puts two people on earth and they are lucky enough to find one another. But, one of them gets hit by lightning, well then what? Is that it? Or, perchance, you meet someone new and marry all over again...is that the [lady] you're supposed to be with? Or was it the first? And if so, when the two of them are walking side by side were they both the one for you and you just happened to meet the first one first. Or, is the second one supposed to be first? Is everything just chance, or are some things meant to be?" I mean, how the heck would anyone know?
First your up, then you're down, then back up again. Like Robin Williams said about the flowers acting like Anne Heche crying 'I'm out, I'm in, I'm out'. Can't a mind be made up? It's like a freakin' rollercoaster that you wish would end, and yet at the same time, you're hoping will continue on and that that person will get on before the next run and sit right next to you.
And how far is too far before you can't get out. When all you want to do is turn around and head back to the surface. When you don't care if you progress faster than your smallest bubble. That you're almost hoping for your lungs to explode in your chest, because even if you sink back down into the depths, you won't be conscious to know.
I think Cupid needs to have one of his own arrows shoved up his ass. See how he likes it. Fuckerhead, you know, some people don't aprreciate your wonderful public service. Besides, the state budget has dropped, you're being cut. As in, we're not picking up your option. We're moving in a different direction. You're part of an out-placement program.
For all of you that are happily in love...I'm happy for you. I really am. I'm not being sarcastic in any way when I say that. I'm happy that you found your first or second person. That you took the time to fall in love with the right person. That you didn't play the fool.
Unfortunately, I am one of those fools, even if I didn't rush in. All I saw, was the world stand still, and it was over.
A song states that 'wise men say, only fools rush in' and it's true. Everyone is always in a hurry. Get in, get out, and get on with your life. Maybe it is better that way. To make things quick and snappy. That way, the emotion doesn't settle for too long. So maybe it would be better if the lyrics read 'wise men say, only fools fall slowly in' but that makes the syntax too long and it doesn't sound right.
And how confusing is it supposed to be? Geez, I mean really. "Then let's say God puts two people on earth and they are lucky enough to find one another. But, one of them gets hit by lightning, well then what? Is that it? Or, perchance, you meet someone new and marry all over again...is that the [lady] you're supposed to be with? Or was it the first? And if so, when the two of them are walking side by side were they both the one for you and you just happened to meet the first one first. Or, is the second one supposed to be first? Is everything just chance, or are some things meant to be?" I mean, how the heck would anyone know?
First your up, then you're down, then back up again. Like Robin Williams said about the flowers acting like Anne Heche crying 'I'm out, I'm in, I'm out'. Can't a mind be made up? It's like a freakin' rollercoaster that you wish would end, and yet at the same time, you're hoping will continue on and that that person will get on before the next run and sit right next to you.
And how far is too far before you can't get out. When all you want to do is turn around and head back to the surface. When you don't care if you progress faster than your smallest bubble. That you're almost hoping for your lungs to explode in your chest, because even if you sink back down into the depths, you won't be conscious to know.
I think Cupid needs to have one of his own arrows shoved up his ass. See how he likes it. Fuckerhead, you know, some people don't aprreciate your wonderful public service. Besides, the state budget has dropped, you're being cut. As in, we're not picking up your option. We're moving in a different direction. You're part of an out-placement program.
For all of you that are happily in love...I'm happy for you. I really am. I'm not being sarcastic in any way when I say that. I'm happy that you found your first or second person. That you took the time to fall in love with the right person. That you didn't play the fool.
Unfortunately, I am one of those fools, even if I didn't rush in. All I saw, was the world stand still, and it was over.