You find love in a beer and a body part
You find love in ******* In pretending. In power.
You find you feel powerless. You find yourself scared.
You run
Taking with you your end of the tin can telephone we made together
My fingers hold tight. Wrapped around the cylinder like a grenade
I wont let it explode
"I'm sorry" you whisper. "This isn't what I want"
Your head turned, doubt flashes like lightening
Electric across your face.
Then stop running, I shout.
"This is the only way"
Your oblivion. Your fears. Your ignorance.
They cloud your ability to hear
And suddenly you aren't receiving
And so I run to you
Grab your resistant wrists with my fists and plead
Press my excuses into your skin and beg that you stay and absorb them
With a cloth and some bitter spit, you wipe my words away.
The truth gone
Only your notions of what it means to be loved remain.
But I could have.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:53 PM UTC
You find love in a beer and a body part
You find love in ******* In pretending. In power.
You find you feel powerless. You find yourself scared.
You run
Taking with you your end of the tin can telephone we made together
My fingers hold tight. Wrapped around the cylinder like a grenade
I wont let it explode
"I'm sorry" you whisper. "This isn't what I want"
Your head turned, doubt flashes like lightening
Electric across your face.
Then stop running, I shout.
"This is the only way"
Your oblivion. Your fears. Your ignorance.
They cloud your ability to hear
And suddenly you aren't receiving
And so I run to you
Grab your resistant wrists with my fists and plead
Press my excuses into your skin and beg that you stay and absorb them
With a cloth and some bitter spit, you wipe my words away.
The truth gone
Only your notions of what it means to be loved remain.
But I could have.
