Saturday, February 03, 2007
Making Mistakes.
A fresh page, a new thought. Except you are here. You say let me justify myself to everyone. I think what a waste of time. You play dress up. I sit and think. I twiddle my thumbs. I think, you are the only person I have ever been sure about. Here I am, a-thumb twiddling. So I give you the flower of my heart. So you continue fucking. I had no expectations. My subconscious reinforces my belief I am worthless. My mind reinforces my belief you are not good enough for me, and indeed, a fool. But still, I will feel like an idiot when making idle chit chat with you. It seems we are hacking at different sides of the same wall. But neither one of us is sure if the other one is hacking, or chatting to someone else on the same side. Often it seems to me a kiss would answer everything. Maybe we both know, that one kiss would unlock it all. Maybe the world would collapse in on itself. Or maybe we could just move on for satisfying curiosity. You’ve let me slip though your fingers twice. I’m not going to chance a third. Come and take me up against the wall. I’m game. I don’t think you are. You’re too busy fighting imaginary battles and being frightened of staying still long enough to think of me, and those implications.
¶ 12:12 pm 
