Saturday, August 22, 2009
Waiting for the next line
Life as is on the fringe, the edge
the verge of something
He looked at me and said:
"You are so free...without inhibitions.
You scare me."
I don't understand your nuances yet...
but i will.
"You." he said. "You are an angel.
I am talking to an angel. Me?
I'm just trying to get my life together."
Be nice to me.
Tell me everything is going to be alright.
If it's not the truth.
Lie to me (like this was the only time.)
It makes me feel as if I am doomed.
As he gazed at me, eyes dewy from narcotic reverie,
I said, " You are trapped in a woman surrounded by women."
"You are a chemical imbalance" he replied
"but then, all humans are."
They are all drunks and junkies and eternal losers
these men I like. I am not a forever kind of woman.
who could stay beside me long enough to spend forever with?
He looked at me and said with an air of complete bewilderment:
"I thought I knew what you were all about. But
you are not what I had you figured out to be at all."
Waiting for reaction where there is none.
We are complete rational insanity
That makes the two of us sane. (Doesn't it?)
We are all just moments pieced together
trying to make something whole.
Life is tough. Love.
Love still lingers