oh, the things we don't know we're repeating...
he didn't want me to write about him so i wrote to him but
he didn't like that either
break, lest anyone think this is about him
it's never about just one, for any of us
not sure who he really is
never knew
won't ever
think of spinning
think of little blond eyelashes glistening in the sun
close my own eyes and listen to him sing about shadows and light
think of ecstasy written on his face
pray that when it's time to trust the universe again
i'll know
yesterday and today i spent trying to learn to not care
then...
surround myself with allies
and shift
new life attitude, practice, presence
everything like it's the last time
when the bad things happen it might never be again
(that's hope)
and the good parts, well, they disappear too
(one day you're talking to your best friend, next thing you know it's over...how has that even happened to me more than once?)
marked by that ocean sun
now i have a tan and it makes me feel dirty
whatever, i have no pride...and pride is for the wicked, anyway
i will stop falling in love with sociopaths, i will stop falling in love with sociopaths, i will stop falling in love with sociopaths...
it is easier to breathe when you are not holding your breath (amazing, i know)
broken
silence
and dreams of roses...
this is the way the world ends
once upon
Deep, old magic of the dark,
Warrior balance of the light,
Teach that evil lies within,
Never in the day or night.
