(no subject)
Every moment you spent at her lips was another year in question. The further you went the more you could hear God on your shoulder. You dodged the question but could only think of the words that would damn you as you went along. You were afraid to look in the mirror the next day as see a man who is going to hell. But you didn't want to see a man who was unloved. So you went along, singing to yourself all the while the song that justifies everything you do. You felt terrible and you hated it even though if dominated your desire all the rest of the day. All this, so years later when you are in your room and terribly alone in the world you can look back on that moment and only remember how good she was to you. And you wish you were there again. This is why we fall.