Bruises, Joick
What is it about 4 am and LJ being fuckin RETARDED?!?!
fuck
well heres my second angsty piece of the night...err, day and it's still not posted like i want...major "fuck me" move lj...major move indeed.
listen to THIS as you read
I tried to do handstands for you
I tried to do headstands for you
Everytime I fell on you, yeah, everytime I fell
I tried to do handstands for you
But everytime I fell for you
I'm permanently black and blue, permanently blue for you.
You try and balance against the wall but it’s crumbling so that makes it far too hard and you think about giving up but then he’s in the back of your mind, screaming, about holding it a little long
So you do
But you topple eventually, wilting into the ground and laughing because your face is just so redredred and he’s smiling at you like he used to and things don’t feel so empty anymore
You barely notice the bruises on you knees
He does and he kisses them,
One by one
By one
By one
And it feels so nice that you never want him to stop because this is keeping you happy. All of this kissing of knees and singing silly songs and just being and when he stands up you’re slightly dizzy from the wave of happiness that rolls off of you
Because you haven’t been happy like that in so long and it’s nice.
You try a handstand later; up against a different wall and this time when you fall, he doesn’t reach you fast enough and the bruises last a little longer and the scrapes cut a little deeper and you wonder slightly if you’ll permanently be black and blue
It wouldn't be a surprise at this rate
Is it really worth all the falling if it’s the only thing that keeps him around?
He comes by after, a few days later and the strawberries he used to freeze and press against your skin--staining them delicious shades of red--have been reduced to a pulpy mess and at first you’re confused because it looks so much like your heart in his hand and that just makes your breathing stop
He taps you when you start turning purple
You want to kiss him, pull him into you and live like some kind of fairytale where everything turns out quite alright, but he says you’re too old to believe in things like that. So you go back to humming quietly and standing on your hands.
Because the world is better seen
Upside down
He used to taste like hot July and summer months where you could just melt into a colorful puddle on the ground. But now he tastes like bitter snow and ice and that’s not nearly as pleasant as before, so you stop tasting him. You stop sticking out your tongue to catch him as he floats on by
It’s the hardest thing you’ve ever trained yourself to do
Sometimes you slip up and crack, like the sidewalk, with all the people walking over it,
day after day
after day,
it’s hard to avoid the rough patches.
You tend to like the rough patches the most but you wont ever say that because it means he was right
And when he’s right, you usually end up getting hurt
Besides, those bruises are just now starting to fade and its been weeks
Months
Years
Decades
Ages
Forever
Or something like that
You don’t count much anymore; there’s no real need, no real rush. Everything is good and slow and just right there and if you squint hard enough
He is too
I got bruises on my knees for you
And grass stains on my knees for you
Got holes in my new jeans for you
Got pink and black and blue
Note: Lyrics (in italics) and the song belong to Chairlift, you may know it from that catchy little new iPod commercial?
fuck
well heres my second angsty piece of the night...err, day and it's still not posted like i want...major "fuck me" move lj...major move indeed.
listen to THIS as you read
I tried to do handstands for you
I tried to do headstands for you
Everytime I fell on you, yeah, everytime I fell
I tried to do handstands for you
But everytime I fell for you
I'm permanently black and blue, permanently blue for you.
You try and balance against the wall but it’s crumbling so that makes it far too hard and you think about giving up but then he’s in the back of your mind, screaming, about holding it a little long
So you do
But you topple eventually, wilting into the ground and laughing because your face is just so redredred and he’s smiling at you like he used to and things don’t feel so empty anymore
You barely notice the bruises on you knees
He does and he kisses them,
One by one
By one
By one
And it feels so nice that you never want him to stop because this is keeping you happy. All of this kissing of knees and singing silly songs and just being and when he stands up you’re slightly dizzy from the wave of happiness that rolls off of you
Because you haven’t been happy like that in so long and it’s nice.
You try a handstand later; up against a different wall and this time when you fall, he doesn’t reach you fast enough and the bruises last a little longer and the scrapes cut a little deeper and you wonder slightly if you’ll permanently be black and blue
It wouldn't be a surprise at this rate
Is it really worth all the falling if it’s the only thing that keeps him around?
He comes by after, a few days later and the strawberries he used to freeze and press against your skin--staining them delicious shades of red--have been reduced to a pulpy mess and at first you’re confused because it looks so much like your heart in his hand and that just makes your breathing stop
He taps you when you start turning purple
You want to kiss him, pull him into you and live like some kind of fairytale where everything turns out quite alright, but he says you’re too old to believe in things like that. So you go back to humming quietly and standing on your hands.
Because the world is better seen
Upside down
He used to taste like hot July and summer months where you could just melt into a colorful puddle on the ground. But now he tastes like bitter snow and ice and that’s not nearly as pleasant as before, so you stop tasting him. You stop sticking out your tongue to catch him as he floats on by
It’s the hardest thing you’ve ever trained yourself to do
Sometimes you slip up and crack, like the sidewalk, with all the people walking over it,
day after day
after day,
it’s hard to avoid the rough patches.
You tend to like the rough patches the most but you wont ever say that because it means he was right
And when he’s right, you usually end up getting hurt
Besides, those bruises are just now starting to fade and its been weeks
Months
Years
Decades
Ages
Forever
Or something like that
You don’t count much anymore; there’s no real need, no real rush. Everything is good and slow and just right there and if you squint hard enough
He is too
I got bruises on my knees for you
And grass stains on my knees for you
Got holes in my new jeans for you
Got pink and black and blue
Note: Lyrics (in italics) and the song belong to Chairlift, you may know it from that catchy little new iPod commercial?