Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

A rock is a hard place

I was never one
To understand
Romantic love.
I've never known
It's feel or
It's taste.
It's always been
That dark cloud
Hovering above me;
It never breaks
For sunshine,
Nor rainbows.
It's always rain
And thunder
And lightening
And I think that
If this is love,
My hells are brighter than this.
I grab the darkness, with
My sanity acting as a flashlight
And I scoff at their love
And I laugh at thier idea's of forever
With one person,
I've even been known to giggle
At their break ups and break downs and
Everything in between,
I think I've scrutinized it all.
They wonder about me.
All alone,
A cocoon of black ideas
And lacking remorse,
Sometimes I give too much,
Without regard for what I can take away.
So sick in my head at figuring out
Love that I think I've
Done a damn fine job of pushing it away.
Why be someone's first time?
Why be someone's open arms?
Why be someone's shoulder to lean on?
A rock provides as much use as a person,
So under a rock you shall find me.

December 20, 2008


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