Apr 27, 2011 00:02
I have written an empire for you.
If only you would love me, I
would never write again. You could
keep me from paper, from pen or computer,
by covering me with kisses: if
you only held me I would never leave
your side. Instead you push me away
push me to paper and pen and computer
and I am compelled to write: so,
I am writing an empire for you,
you ungrateful bastard.
I have a date tomorrow. I haven't been this nervous in forever. She seems really awesome, but who knows. Wish me luck, internet.