Sunday, March 28, 2010

I know about you...

Even though we never speak I still think about her. I think about the way she made me believe I was good enough. I never thought I was capable of loving someone quite like that. That kind of love makes you do insane things, makes you burn bridges. When I think about the bad stuff it still hurts to this day and I don't know if that will ever go away. My love for her is so tangled up in hate and resentment that I don't know if we could ever be friends. Even when I try to make it good again it's still there, deep down. I just wanted someone to see me. I think that she did. I think she saw right past my bullshit. I come off like I'm such a bad ass. I have a gentle heart, that has a very special place for her in it. I hope she knows that.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Fifteen Ways to Stay Alive

1. Offer the wolves your arm only from the elbow down. Leave tourniquet space. Do not offer them your calves. Do not offer them your side. Do not let them near your femoral artery, your jugular. Give them only your arm.

2. Wear chapstick when kissing the bomb.

3. Pretend you don’t know English.

4. Pretend you never met her.

5. Offer the bomb to the wolves. Offer the wolves to the zombies.

6. Only insert a clean knife into your chest. Rusty ones will cause tetanus. Or infection.

7. Don’t inhale.

8. Realize that this love was not your trainwreck, was not the truck that flattened you, was not your Waterloo, did not cause massive hemorrhaging from a rusty knife. That love is still to come.

9. Use a rusty knife to cut through most of the noose in a strategic place so that it breaks when your weight is on it.

10. Practice desperate pleas for attention, louder calls for help. Learn them in English, French, Spanish: May Day, Aidez-Moi, Ay├║deme.

11. Don’t kiss trainwrecks. Don’t kiss knives. Don’t kiss.

12. Pretend you made up the zombies, and only superheroes exist.

13. Pretend there is no kryptonite.

14. Pretend there was no love so sweet that you would have died for it, pretend that it does not belong to someone else now, pretend like your heart depends on it because it does. Pretend there is no wreck -- you watched the train go by and felt the air brush your face and that was it. Another train passing. You do not need trains. You can fly. You are a superhero. And there is no kryptonite.

15. Forget her name.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Saturday, March 20, 2010

She is a crusher of hearts.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Wednesday, March 3, 2010