Monday, August 09, 2004
"The urge to travel fought with the urge to settle down and dig in."
She stands there on the corner. She looks like she's waiting for someone. In an alternate universe, maybe she is. Maybe she can't wait to see me. Maybe in a different reality I'd go speak to her. But for know I'm stuck between the universes where I am sad for not talking to her and the one where I am glad I didn't. Now this one slowly crumples in on itself because I stand in the middle of choices and write badly about my "sufferings."
She calls me late at night. She tells me all the pangs that she endured while breaking up with her ex. She tells me that even though he was psychotic, there were certain traits that weren't as bad as that one. That she loved to let her hands roam all over his perfect body, reminding me of exactly how many fat cells coated my tormented insides. She tells me that she always picks the crazies and it never changes. She then, casually, says we should go out sometime.
She sounds as though she has better things to do with her time when she listens to me whine. She sounds as though every word she says is prophetic when she talks of her boy problems. Having to siphon through all the choices to pick the ones that would truly make her stand out. It gets so tiring for a girl. All she wants is a man that makes her happy and won't break her heart. She seems to ignore just how many times I have made her laugh while I cry.
"I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with a woman, especially that woman. But I get so goddamned lonely without her.
She stands there on the corner. She looks like she's waiting for someone. In an alternate universe, maybe she is. Maybe she can't wait to see me. Maybe in a different reality I'd go speak to her. But for know I'm stuck between the universes where I am sad for not talking to her and the one where I am glad I didn't. Now this one slowly crumples in on itself because I stand in the middle of choices and write badly about my "sufferings."
She calls me late at night. She tells me all the pangs that she endured while breaking up with her ex. She tells me that even though he was psychotic, there were certain traits that weren't as bad as that one. That she loved to let her hands roam all over his perfect body, reminding me of exactly how many fat cells coated my tormented insides. She tells me that she always picks the crazies and it never changes. She then, casually, says we should go out sometime.
She sounds as though she has better things to do with her time when she listens to me whine. She sounds as though every word she says is prophetic when she talks of her boy problems. Having to siphon through all the choices to pick the ones that would truly make her stand out. It gets so tiring for a girl. All she wants is a man that makes her happy and won't break her heart. She seems to ignore just how many times I have made her laugh while I cry.
"I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with a woman, especially that woman. But I get so goddamned lonely without her.
// posted by Unknown @ 12:16 PM 
