Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Hourglass glued to the table

Elation pours from me like water from a faucet when I consider my own mortality. How amazing is it that my mistakes won't matter in a few years? My little indulgences don't seem so harmful when I think that one day I will not be here to regret them.

Friday, August 26, 2011

The Hottest Love Has the Coldest End.

Today I think about all the paths that have been laid out in front of me. I consider every road I watched as I flew through the sky on my wings of wax. I think of you and I cry. This is an odd sensation not because I am fixated on you, that is normal for me, but because I don't want to want you. Maybe I can't control my mind as well as I think I can. Maybe I am not the paragon of self control that I would like myself to be. Or maybe, just maybe, I am lonely.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Something I can never have

Every step I take is a step away from you. That doesn't hurt as bad as it used to.

We will never be, I can see that now. I will try to forget you, even though I don't know how.

In my dreams I see all that we could be. In reality all I see is me.

Tonight I start getting you out of my head. Tonight I stop wanting you in my bed.

I won't want someone that I can't have. I won't treat you as if you are my salve.