internaldiscord

Sometimes I just want to leap into love's arms and run away from madness and obligations I want to yell "Marry me!" and hear a resounding "Yes!" I want to sneak away and shut down communication and relish a moment together I want to escape from the doldrums and pretend I have no commitments to commercials or psychiatrists or politicians or country or religion In the end, the purpose of my world is to love until I have left behind the husk of my civilian requirements and drifted to some place completely without tethers Practicalities aside, it would be nice to lead that life now.

Your black lips hissed at me like a punctured tire. I realized that I was unwelcome in your dilapidated world And my Schuck's t-shirt did not belong amongst your nails.

They always tell you how love warms the soul, It takes all your broken cogs and makes you whole, Burns away black fevers and brightens dark places, it promises your Promethian hopes to emblazon Love protects you as a roof over your head When the world around you is falling down, dead. When your house is razed and your brother crushed It reminds you there are yet things noble and just When the refugee tents are cold, it brings you heat It brings you kisses and a warm place to sleep It covers your ears when the mortars fall close But cannot protect you from your neighboring host Instead of his gun powder, I have befriended talc For

Nothing more than autumn leaves who have found their resting place on the ground, weaving a luxurious carpet rotting into this winter's detritus, giving life to death-feeding caps, a plethora of stench and decay tempting you to pick your own poison-- That is what you are to me.

I should have just said, "You were the kiss before my last kiss" "The love before my last love" "The man who prepared me for life's greatest test" "You were my promise of a new life" "My little Shakespeare who taught me to sacrifice" "Too young to understand my wings" "You were the one I could not take home to mother" "Too close for comfort" "Too comforting to close" "You are the man who reminded me of romance" "Who reminded me I deserve this" "Who wanted me to feel wanted" Because then, at least, I would have been honest

I wanted to run away but found myself tethered to the dock. The complicated set of mariner's knots unraveled in my mind; the years of my neglect and your labor were so tightly interwoven. Could I really scrape the barnacles off the tangle of our love, pull them from their home, murder them-- just for the sake of my one life? I've always thought myself a pacifist, so I suppose this calls for inaction once more.