Even After All...

Even after all the murdering that go on
Even after all oh no your suffering sow
You know I love you so
You know I love so and so
Even after all
You just survive soldier
And your soul is beautiful
And your soul is good

-Finley Quaye


you say you love loving my madonna/whore dichotomy. i say you dont know me.
& i only think i know you.




i fucking hate loving you. i really do. you're imaginary.. the person you say you are doesnt exist & i am left with nothing and everything, all that i dont want. but a feeling i cant let go of.


this excess is in my nature... this overabundant cascade of emotions & using words that are too severe for my intellect to believe in.
but i am running with my instincts & waiting for my slow, patient intellect to catch up again.

when you read this you will think im talking about someone else, i must be.
but you only think that because you dont know me.


.


i just want you to play me a sad song. i want you to make me cry.
but in front of you this time.
.