You came to see me but failed due to fear. You came to give me a kiss, but left the kiss at your house, because there was no kiss at the venue. The venue. I had no warning, no indication, No instructions for assembling the kiss, no, lost forever.
Forever I tell you. Because of fear.
I am not one to talk. I am not brave at all, though I occasionally do scary things...I always believe I have it all under control,
In this case there is no controlling anything, and my level of frustration is all the time off the never been a chart that went this high. (low)
I have made no promises to myself, so I am not breaking them. Therapists aren't always right. I don't have to seek and work to put in place that which I authentically want in my life. I can just twist and roll and roll and twist and roll, and hopefully sooner rather than later a hole will open up in my path and I'll just roll in. And that will be the end of this twisting in the wind. This daily torture punctuated by gasoline fires and third degree burns.
Kiss-less. Listen I get it. I wish I would have written more tunes before I rolled into the hole, but it is of no consequence.
Kisses sweeter than wine was an old lyric that old folks liked. Folkys I mean. Kisses are not sweet. Kisses are shackles. Kisses are demands. Kisses are punishment for love. And love grows from deprivation, grows well. And then encounters fear, and dissipates. The only question is when. Part do us death. Part do us. Part. Then stalk. Because I can't live without you. And those kisses. Though they are not sweet. More like swordfights. Touche.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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