4:34 p.m. - 2009-03-16
consumption, a kiss, more than this
it all meant so much to me, confusion (what i was trying to be), instant, instantaneous, youand i, we combust. this trust, this is so much. nothing i wanted to be, nothing. it all falls apart when i'm with you, i become wife, lover, mother, friend, i become a storyteller perplexed and eager for your consumption of my thoughts. you blow air like a kiss to me, it feels true. it eats at me. this is both. my fingers know my guitar and my throat knows the words, my fingers know the words too, it's just: with you, with you. police radio and water in the glass, so perfect and simple like that. and what we had. it grew inside me and it eats me, i wonder could i ever be fulfilled with you? aren't you hellbent on nothingness? don't i deserve more than this?