and it's so sad that you're so sad and you're so bad for me
the moon is full but playing hide and seek behind the chunks of grey clouds that go scudding across the midnight sky. snow twinkles down. a low thud shakes the ground occasionally - is it thunder? or something more sinister? maybe a giant stepping across the land, headed for my flat, where he will grind my bones to make his ogre-ish bread by the cold, stark light of the moon. maybe the opening of great chasms in the land, swallowing whole acres and everything in them. or maybe artillery practice in the dead of night by the ghosts of warriors long dead? i wonder.
and then i wonder about last year, when he could not would not love me and i could not would not stop. and now this new year with the same story, the same stilted longing, the same ragged talk that solves nothing. surely now is the time to cut it off. i wonder.
and then i wonder about last year, when he could not would not love me and i could not would not stop. and now this new year with the same story, the same stilted longing, the same ragged talk that solves nothing. surely now is the time to cut it off. i wonder.