as stupid as it may sound
or as foolish as it may be
i wish i could go back to the start of us
as immature as it was
we had something between us
that was far beyond the wear of old hearts
and i wish i could go back to that
now
sex gets in the way
you have tuned me out
and any love or care that is real in me- you no longer let yourself see
you do not want to let me in
i see the worst and feel the worst
to come out of you
and the worst i expect you do
and we
have ruined
this together
and both you and i alone
have destroyed us apart
you have come too close to the wild
played me games of a child
you only aim to feed yourself now
you tease the hunger i have in me
i remember just days before
i felt a love for you
that now no longer remains
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Friday, September 03, 2010
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Why is the bedroom so cold?
Why is the bedroom so cold?: "

"

When the routine bites hard
and ambitions are low
and the resentment rides high
but emotions won't grow.
And we're changing our ways
taking different roads.
Then love, love will tear us apart again.
Why is the bedroom so cold
turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed,
our respect run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal
that we've kept through our lives.
Love, love will tear us apart again
Do you cry out in your sleep
All my failings exposed
Get a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Is it something so good
Just can't function no more?
When love, love will tear us apart again
That’s…actually a totally reasonable request
That’s…actually a totally reasonable request: "
What’s frightening, of course, is that these things needed to be stated in the first place.



(Thanks to Jill in Des Moines, James in the U.K., and Heather and Eric in New York for submitting…and the kid from The Squid and the Whale for the, uh, inspiration.)
related: Apparently every office has someone with an insatiable need to spread the contents of their nose on the wall
"
What’s frightening, of course, is that these things needed to be stated in the first place.



(Thanks to Jill in Des Moines, James in the U.K., and Heather and Eric in New York for submitting…and the kid from The Squid and the Whale for the, uh, inspiration.)
related: Apparently every office has someone with an insatiable need to spread the contents of their nose on the wall
The Word - Femmes Damnées
The Word - Femmes Damnées: "

"

In the pallid light of languishing lamps,
In deep cushions redolent of perfume,
Hippolyta dreamed of the potent caresses
That drew aside the veil of her young innocence.
She was seeking, with an eye disturbed by the storm,
The already distant skies of her naiveté,
Like a voyager who turns to look back
Toward the blue horizons passed early in the day.
The listless tears from her lacklustrous eyes,
The beaten, bewildered look, the dulled delight,
Her defeated arms thrown wide like futile weapons,
All served, all adorned her fragile beauty.
- from Charles Baudelaire's 'Les Fleurs du mal'
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