By the way I saw a dream. It was mine I think. It was a desert somewhere with a world saving women like always. I saw you in many dreams. How delicious those dreams were, too far appart from one another. I loved you, I love you and I loved you again. I don't know where all this is headed except to say I hope the best for you until this feeling that tells me we'll meet again manifested itself into a smile and some exchanges words of some kind that will warm the walls of this awfully cold chest you left behind.
I love you like the love I have for being a ballerina. Unreachable. Untouchable and unrealistic. But I love you, did I ever tell you? No, I never did and I close that arrogance so close to my heart it edges out in spears the size of rose thorns cutting into the reality I realize this morning meant nothing! Take the strings! Take the pride! Take the good task and toss it to a good doer who means more to the world than I did! Take that good deed and shove it some place it will grow and maintain wealth and privilege and respect. Oh the respect it would garner! The respect it will yield! Oh, yes, when I am dead and gone I will thank the heavens I kept my secret safe and took the easy way out (which it really is besides righteousness.)
I LOVE YOU!
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