If you just listened to something else...

There was no excuse for what he did.
But is it so bad to long for chance?
To say "the hell with it," and just plunge right into uncertainty.
She might have hated him for the trick
though she can't deny the single second that she somehow wanted it too.

But then again,

they were only kidding themselves.

There was nothing there but the illusion
of a past that never happened
a present ignored
and a future they can't hold onto.

I'm With Stupid!

What the hell??!!??

Do I have a Fuckin' KICK ME! sign stuck on my back??


Yeah, I just needed to get that off my chest.

Converse or Reverse

It's all about the he said, she said, what-the-fuck-does-that-have-to-do-with-anything vocal fencing.

He sat across from her on the breakfast table. Over frosted wheaties, milk, OJ and toast, he skimmed through the World section.

"That sheriff was convicted yesterday, I saw it on the nightly news"

"Oh, yeah?"

"And they named two new moons on Pluto. Nix and Hydra"

"Yeah, I read that. I'm going to the dry cleaners later, do you want me to bring your suit in?"

"Please. We have invites to that party. Do you want to confirm or shall I?"

"I'll do it. Pass the milk"

"Oh look, the neighbor's cat is in our yard again"

"I need new tires for my car"

"I don't like peas"

He reaches for the sports section this time. And he wonders, when did their conversations become prosaic? Well, on the other hand, at least they still talk. And talk is good. Cheap, but it's okay, really.

Cheap Thrills

$4 grocery bought sushi

plus

$6 bottle of merlot

plus

Indie what-the-fuck-is-this? rented movie

equals

Me

and

You

on the couch

Quality time

On a worknight...

In our own places...

And who said we had to be together to be together??

Good night.

Let's do it again sometime.

Your pick of the movie then.

Flame to the Moth

Encounters under the most unlikely situations.

A common ground.

Your point of contact.

Without much choice, you found yourself face to face with him whom you've run away from most of your life. You present your facade and put on your bravest face. But he sees right through your walls.

He who embodies everything you've always longed for. He has a way of speaking to you with the passion of a thousand lovers' hearts. As you lay on the grass, him beside you whispering into your ear promises of forever, ricordo di sinceré amore. You turn and look into his eyes and see his soul silently screaming his zeal.

And you believed. Without a single thread of doubt, you let him into you. To feel, to explore. And he conquered.

Somehow, you feel you belong.

He owns you now.

Absence makes the heart grow weirder

I'm not somebody you can rely on all the time, I can't always turn your tears into a smile. But even if I can't be the greatest person at all, I still try to be the greatest friend I can be.
-Quoted from a text message

She looked around for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Yet she kept hearing this voice, "I'm just here for you."

Oh yeah? Where?

She was tired of his bullshit. All he was good for was doubtful sincerity.

Or maybe she was just expecting too much of him.

She was, because she looked up to him. She believed in him. She somehow knew there was more to him than that. Or at least she thought.

Too much has been said, too soon.

There's no turning back now.

As she looked back on their beginnings, she looked ahead to a blurry end. She shut her eyes as she took one last breath and plunged into the chaos of her own mind.