Sunday, February 21, 2016

not enough

i am starting to come to terms:
you'll never look at me the way he did.
and that's okay
because you're melting ice
and i'll savor you as long as i can
but we'll never be more than temporary

sure, that time has stretched past an anniversary
but the only significance is what i attach
and it takes a lot of work to be the only one celebrating
your words might not be empty
but they feel light as feathers when you can't back them up

another world, another life maybe
but i can't subsist on your scraps
and i've made all the excuses i could to delay my return to the world
so we'll go through the motions
fill the emptiness with each other a little longer
but before too long i'm out the door

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Out-of-Practice Practicing

i haven't decided yet what i'm gonna write here but that's the point i suppose -- to purge all the scum floating on the surface of my brain, to shake the dust off, whatever. today is valentine's day, which excites me because hearts are my favorite colors and sweets are on my list of favorite things. i like the idea of doing something important or meaningful but either nothing of import has happened on this day for me. which is not to say that none of my lovers made an effort, just that none of them made enough of an effort for me to notice. that doesn't mean i'm asking a lot, just asking for the right thing. like some people don't push any of my buttons at all, and some push some pretty nice ones but less and less over the years does he push the ones that i need. and fluff without substance is not enough to sustain me. i guess it was enough for him but there was something missing that grew more and more evident over the years. until i had to leave.

blabbity blab.