I never read it...
Which is a lie, because I'm a liar. I'm not perfect.
And when hostility rears its ugly head, unfortunately everyone gets a taste.
Hostility usually spawns from some other place, usually from the heart of the source.
And for some reason, lately, I realized I've had this quiet sadness gnawing at the base of my neck. He's just wearing me out day after day.
Then I think maybe we're not perfect. Then I realize, I don't see me in your perfect world and that bums me out.
If these wounds weren't self-inflicted they would hurt a lot less. And I almost love the word jest.
And I know you're not perfect, who the fuck is. And I miss it all for what it was, a perfect mess.
But I digress and offer all apologies and may The Mother Bless.
Maybe someday we'll laugh at all the bad times. Here's hoping. Because maybe all we truly have is hope.
...the path of least resistance. "Not if I love you," he said.
And when hostility rears its ugly head, unfortunately everyone gets a taste.
Hostility usually spawns from some other place, usually from the heart of the source.
And for some reason, lately, I realized I've had this quiet sadness gnawing at the base of my neck. He's just wearing me out day after day.
Then I think maybe we're not perfect. Then I realize, I don't see me in your perfect world and that bums me out.
If these wounds weren't self-inflicted they would hurt a lot less. And I almost love the word jest.
And I know you're not perfect, who the fuck is. And I miss it all for what it was, a perfect mess.
But I digress and offer all apologies and may The Mother Bless.
Maybe someday we'll laugh at all the bad times. Here's hoping. Because maybe all we truly have is hope.
...the path of least resistance. "Not if I love you," he said.