march 3rd- i can't write for shit

spent saturday night
in a hotel
with you
-
crazy as that sounds
it used to inspire
something
adventures
and moments
that made me love
and made me feel good

but now
it doesn't excite
or inspire
it doesn't make me
feel like i can move mountains
or conquer the world
with my love
cause i don't feel the love
anymore
like once before
you kept us down

there's no movement
there's no growth
there's no life
cause this isn't loving
and this isn't living
cause you and i aren't in love anymore
i love you
and i care about you
enough to let you go

i don't want to see you ruined
i'd rather feel you
in love so crazy so wild
i'd rather go mad from love
than insane from
existing and watching our love as it goes away
fades away
that is the worst thing
i could ever imagine
the one thing i would never want
to go through
set it on fire
watch it burn
while it's still up in flames
we turn
and run away

never watch it die
never fade away

blah

blood veins burst my bloody eyes

itchy
sticky
runny
eye...
wet -dry
- wet- dry

cat hair
and dust
cat hair
and rust
in the air
everywhere

written words
write shit
right now
writing
now i don't know how
shit shit shit piss piss piss piss
i need a cigarette
oh yeah
i got goo on my hands
and lust in my heart
ready for another
THE NEXT!...
to rip me apart