(no subject)
You see, time has a way of creasing and dulling even the brightest of things. Wearing away the edges of a diamond ring and all the symbolism it may once have carried upon its sharp edges.
I like this as it is. Whatever it, in fact, is.
Having said that, forgive me, for I am still going to extrapolate from reality and use you as a muse. But pay no mind, I, as always, shall exercise discretion.
After all, what else is to be expected of such a dirty little secret.
When there is personality behind the words, it gets dangerous. When I can picture your face as you say it and hear the different inflections in your voice with each and every syllable you form so uniquely, it gets dangerous. Those are the things that can’t be forgotten, even when words are.
I’ve said this to the wall countless times. Now, for the first time, to your face. And by that I mean slurred beneath the scent of wine and wrinkled sheets in the dark, but it beats the static of late night phone conversations. None of this is as simple as yes or no, so lets not cry over spilled milk. The past is the past, and its passed.
We’ve both accomplished the goals we set out for ourselves, however misguided and selfish they may have been at the time. Still,
I’m losing myself again,
In you.
and that is why I need you to be with her. I need you to love her and I need you to fuck her.
it’s a lifetime guarantee.
and it’s ironic the ways we try to keep one another from leaving. We’ve made every mistake in the book and yet somehow we pretend that there is a way to go back from here. That somehow it can be saved. For the first time in my life I am at a loss for words. I can’t dress it up and feign something that’s not there. I won’t ask you to change, but I hope you can forgive me in advance for the times I’ll say I hate you. And for the times I’ll lie and say this was all just a challenge to get you to break your rules. Plain and simply, this is breaking my heart, but I’ve done it to myself and there is nothing that I regret or would take back if I were given the chance.
Nothing.
God, this was all so much easier before you slipped up.
Despite what’s happened, I don’t want to spit angry words toward you and I won’t beg you to change things. Regardless of what happens from here, how many drunken phone calls or mistakes we make, and how much I may hate you, I don’t regret it, and keep in mind that i never could.
And if all else fails, I’ll write my name on the side of a train and watch it fade away.
I like this as it is. Whatever it, in fact, is.
Having said that, forgive me, for I am still going to extrapolate from reality and use you as a muse. But pay no mind, I, as always, shall exercise discretion.
After all, what else is to be expected of such a dirty little secret.
When there is personality behind the words, it gets dangerous. When I can picture your face as you say it and hear the different inflections in your voice with each and every syllable you form so uniquely, it gets dangerous. Those are the things that can’t be forgotten, even when words are.
I’ve said this to the wall countless times. Now, for the first time, to your face. And by that I mean slurred beneath the scent of wine and wrinkled sheets in the dark, but it beats the static of late night phone conversations. None of this is as simple as yes or no, so lets not cry over spilled milk. The past is the past, and its passed.
We’ve both accomplished the goals we set out for ourselves, however misguided and selfish they may have been at the time. Still,
I’m losing myself again,
In you.
and that is why I need you to be with her. I need you to love her and I need you to fuck her.
it’s a lifetime guarantee.
and it’s ironic the ways we try to keep one another from leaving. We’ve made every mistake in the book and yet somehow we pretend that there is a way to go back from here. That somehow it can be saved. For the first time in my life I am at a loss for words. I can’t dress it up and feign something that’s not there. I won’t ask you to change, but I hope you can forgive me in advance for the times I’ll say I hate you. And for the times I’ll lie and say this was all just a challenge to get you to break your rules. Plain and simply, this is breaking my heart, but I’ve done it to myself and there is nothing that I regret or would take back if I were given the chance.
Nothing.
God, this was all so much easier before you slipped up.
Despite what’s happened, I don’t want to spit angry words toward you and I won’t beg you to change things. Regardless of what happens from here, how many drunken phone calls or mistakes we make, and how much I may hate you, I don’t regret it, and keep in mind that i never could.
And if all else fails, I’ll write my name on the side of a train and watch it fade away.