10.31.2009 “Have you ever had your heart broken?” And I said “yes” to seem more human. I have never though. I've felt a heart's ache and guilt.
“You're so bold” “He's a guy with pretty eyes and a beard, c'mon.” “He'll break your heart for another girl.” “I fall in love a hundred times a day with every girl that walks by.”
I've been trying to make you miserable, jealous, frustrated, fall in love. I can't imagine caring for someone so reckless, such a fucking flirt, so unabashed.
“I'm the strong silent type” “I've never laid in bed all day”
“I've never done this before” “Oh c'mon...” “Laid in bed with a beautiful naked woman...one I like as much”
You drive me out of my mind with uncertainty.
I stare out of that tall window beside my bed a meurtriere on the second level. I am the archer with a hawk eye bow drawn watching the wind.
The agent you fawn over the princess of tides she watch you try pawing at her she dangles yard at your kitten nose.
The cards spoke to me last night though in a poignant language: You fear mostly her absence.
