Tired. So, so tired.
I'm just at that place.
Have you ever been there? I'm sure you have.
I'm just at that place where all it would take,
(All it takes)
Is one thing...one more thing...
Just one more thing to push me over.
My life is utterly consumed by what I love most.
(How do you combat that?)
My brain, body, and heart
Are dead and sapped and ravaged.
One thing is constant and strong,
And to that (him) I cling.
Tighter and
Tighter.
Fingers interlaced, holding me upright.
Can I wash your shirts for you?
It is, after all, my tears on the shoulders.
My angel...
But still, I'm just at that place.
One more snide glance,
One more passive aggressive comment,
One more useless and pretentious conversation,
(From those who cannot comprehend this calling,
This NEED to be...other than me)
And all of the tears brimming,
Waiting,
Hovering,
Shimmering,
Will come tumbling...tumbling...tumbling out.
And I will crack.
Break.
Shatter.
Have you ever been there? I'm sure you have.
I'm just at that place where all it would take,
(All it takes)
Is one thing...one more thing...
Just one more thing to push me over.
My life is utterly consumed by what I love most.
(How do you combat that?)
My brain, body, and heart
Are dead and sapped and ravaged.
One thing is constant and strong,
And to that (him) I cling.
Tighter and
Tighter.
Fingers interlaced, holding me upright.
Can I wash your shirts for you?
It is, after all, my tears on the shoulders.
My angel...
But still, I'm just at that place.
One more snide glance,
One more passive aggressive comment,
One more useless and pretentious conversation,
(From those who cannot comprehend this calling,
This NEED to be...other than me)
And all of the tears brimming,
Waiting,
Hovering,
Shimmering,
Will come tumbling...tumbling...tumbling out.
And I will crack.
Break.
Shatter.
posted by Temair at 10:36 PM
3 Comments:
Sometimes relationships are most like those really bad 15 round super-heavyweight boxing matches from the 70's, when one of them would be wearing a pair of nasty yellow shorts to go along with his carpet-haired chest, and the other would have atrocious socks and converse all-stars instead of boxing shoes. Both of them would be really sweaty, and by round 15 would just look like they were hugging each other because they had ousted all of their aggression in the previous 14 rounds. Anyway, what I mean is that in the end relationships are a lot of work and sometimes they ain't pretty - you know that. I just want to you know that you're worth it, for what it's worth. Hope you're doing well, kid.
Im still here and looking in once in a while. The going may be hard but where you are going is the goal. keep your eyes open and make sure that is what you want. Then take it.
Just to clarify things, the problem isn't with Jordan. It's with other people (and life in general). Please don't think that he and I are having problems, cause he is the one who is getting me through all this other shit.
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