change

change is good

i return to the past

it is stale

it is dusty

 

about you and me

we have no past

we have no future

 

change; no future

 

you go figure

today

 

 

drunk

after all of it, i am just drunk. i never told you that there was another. i ran from his arms into yours. i told you sweet little lies. i schemed drama and acted in tragedy. i never told you that i could not be with what the other offered. i never told you about the other's nobility.

i never told you.

i never told you about the origins of the story that i wrote. i told you fabulous little stories, fables. my imagination runs unbound, and my perversion cannot be grasped. you fell into all of it, and i almost fell with it all.

damn!

there are days when i want to beat you. not that i want to annihilate you, not that i want to hurt you, but because i want to take over your mind, soul and body. i want all of you, and i want to give nothing of me.

i want to absorb all of you. i want to breathe the air that you breathe. i want to devour you.

those are the bad days. those are the days of reason.

then there are the other days, most of the days, when i am just happy that i caught a glimpse of you and our mysteries.

those are the days of normal madness.