February 02, 2012

The Truth Is

Thinking about the way you left
Makes me want to throw your genitals into a grinder and feed them to your cat

Thinking about what you did to me
Makes me want to throw your drunk ass out a plane, while you are still intoxicated

Thinking about what we didn’t do, what we didn’t get to do
Makes me feel like I was not a big fucking idiot, but instead someone who actually thinks

But at the same time there are things I wish had happened
I wish you had never disappeared, I wish you remembered what had happened, I wish, Oh, I wish

That I got the chance to say goodbye
The chance to tell you how I felt, and how I did not want to go on with you anyway

The only mistake I can admit I made was meeting you so abruptly
But I don’t regret it, I enjoyed myself, I did what I wanted to do at the time, I made no mistakes

You know at least we did not have sex or
At least I did not fall in love with

You know at least I did not give you my heart
The same way I did not give you my dignity

You know this has all been very educational
Meeting people online is not always the greatest idea

But hey, I should not give up
Ok Cupid, please tell me there are Plenty Of Fish in the sea

Emotions are my best friends

Happiness is a fleeting delusion

Happiness, why did you leave?

Happiness, oh happiness, I have forgotten your smell

Happiness, I wish you were here


Sadness, I hate you

Sadness, go away

Sadness, yes sadness, is a place I call home

Sadness, why do you never leave?


Anger, where are you now?

Anger, I am sorry I ignore you

Anger, I am not really sorry

Anger, I am glad you have gone


Love, what are you?

Love, why do I see you all over the place?

Love, I’ve met you, but you’ve never stayed long

Love, the dream of love, the fear of love, why do I encounter both?


Emotions, why do you guys control me?

Emotions, I could not be without you

Emotions, you are what help me create

Emotions, you guys are my best friends


February 01, 2012

Stella Blue’s Trip To The Snow

When you were

young

You always

dreamed

Of

the

Pure

White

snow

But no one

would take you

No one

would show you

No one

cared

Until

Seventeen

Friends

All

over

Hair

blonde

Pants

Tight

Shirts

On

Shirts

`Off

No one knew you

Like your brother knew

You

No one missed you

As much as he

would

On the trip

You laughed

On the trip

You smiled

On the trip

To see the snow

You died