So, I thought I could do this, fall into a relationship all about sex and fun. But I forgot about love and affection. Turns out I need that. And all the time, I thought it was want.
I could ask a million questions - all of which have no answers. Of course, we could also make shit up. Humans are good at that. We like reason. We like rationalization. I wish I did. I find no solace in platitudes; and apologies have become meaningless. As a song lyric once said they roll on the floor til
you sweep them away... I need a broom.
As it turns out, I fell in love with a man that does not love.
I wonder if chicken soup is as comforting for this as it is for a bad cold. And when does my immune system kick in?
I could ask a million questions - all of which have no answers. Of course, we could also make shit up. Humans are good at that. We like reason. We like rationalization. I wish I did. I find no solace in platitudes; and apologies have become meaningless. As a song lyric once said they roll on the floor til
you sweep them away... I need a broom.
As it turns out, I fell in love with a man that does not love.
I wonder if chicken soup is as comforting for this as it is for a bad cold. And when does my immune system kick in?
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