Revisionary Tactics
I think Jesus hates me today. Or at least the Dasani man. Water water
everywhere, but not a drop to drink. Poor little Heidi and her
hangover, with a mad [edited sentence out for secrecy...] Conundrum
that it is, it's beautiful. Connections are lost when direction is
found. I used to live alone before I knew you.
Constantly falling leaves of yellow magic are love <3
I used to live alone before I knew you. And now we live alone together. I wrote you off for the fourth time today, but you're still here... in my notebook. I wrote you a haiku once or a million times, did the words fall on deaf ears? Continuously falling yellow leaves fill my hair and head with contrasting colors. You wear your toga, and I'll wear my dress; tomorrow we won't fit or fit in. You're like a puzzle piece that I mashed and swallowed because I didn't want you to complete me. I only want you to know me inside and out... to understand. Do you understand???
I wrote you a thousand haikus, and I touched your face. Have you heard? Connections are lost when direction is found; where are you going? Can I follow? Give me my illusions, they're all I used to have. Now what have I got? A handful of words.
(*sidenote: I feel cryptic today, and these are all revisions I've made over about a month, with a lot of new writing from today jiving about old stuff. Don't take it literally... and don't think I'm sad or mad.... I'm actually really happy today, and I feel almost .... vibrant.)
Constantly falling leaves of yellow magic are love <3
I used to live alone before I knew you. And now we live alone together. I wrote you off for the fourth time today, but you're still here... in my notebook. I wrote you a haiku once or a million times, did the words fall on deaf ears? Continuously falling yellow leaves fill my hair and head with contrasting colors. You wear your toga, and I'll wear my dress; tomorrow we won't fit or fit in. You're like a puzzle piece that I mashed and swallowed because I didn't want you to complete me. I only want you to know me inside and out... to understand. Do you understand???
I wrote you a thousand haikus, and I touched your face. Have you heard? Connections are lost when direction is found; where are you going? Can I follow? Give me my illusions, they're all I used to have. Now what have I got? A handful of words.
(*sidenote: I feel cryptic today, and these are all revisions I've made over about a month, with a lot of new writing from today jiving about old stuff. Don't take it literally... and don't think I'm sad or mad.... I'm actually really happy today, and I feel almost .... vibrant.)