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I think I'm addicted...cause I can feel this pulling...pulling my stomach up toward my mouth. And sooner or later, I'm going ot vomit out spaghetti strings of words I should have spit at you when I had the chance. They won't stick, of course, cause they were never thought out all the way.
I noticed my passion burns too fast, like a fuse. And I always try to hold onto things too long, instead of throwing them like I should.
No wonder things explode in my face.
The smoke will clear, but it takes a long time to get the smell of burning hair out of your nostrils. Eventually, you get used to it.
And I followed you that day. Limping and bruised and bleeding, but enjoying the ache. I shuffled with the leaves that were blown in the wind til you stopped in the park. I hid behind a car and saw you crawl into that yellow tube, hear the sniffing noises and your gags.
I thought about screaming. I thought about throwing myself into the car head first until I passed out. I thought....
I walked across the park to your death trap. I know you heard me, because you jumped out like nothing was wrong. Then you saw my face. My blood. I saw that ring of white in your nose.
That dulls his pain-
He dulls mine
I thought, and smiled.
"I thought you were a gentleman,"
"Ladies first," you said, and stepped to the side, bowing.
Two white lines lay, beckoning me forward. My light at the end of the tunnel.
I heard you chuckle.
Well, I've sold my soul to the devil now
I mumbled as I inhaled our heaven.
. . . . . . . . . .
I think I'm addicted. And sooner or later, this WILL blow up in my face.
But I'm starting to like the smell of burnt hair and....
Well, I love you.
| It's like an INcubus song...."love hurts, but sometimes it's a good hurt" Well that is sort of clique. This writing however is not. It takes a very old concept...pain of heartbreak and makes it feel fresh. |
Now drop that bomb before you need a wig!
|| Posted on 2009-06-12 00:00:00 | by nolram | [ Reply to This ] || Heh. Spagetti strings of words. Nice imagery. Slightly disturbing. But nice.|
I have that problem too. My fuse burns too fast. I also tend to hold onto things. If I think they're my fault. But, I can't hold grudges against other people for long. My anger just slips away. xD
When you said things explode in your face, I was thinking about splatters of spaghetti. Ick. Hahah. Even though, I know thats not what you meant, of course. xD Still...the imagery!
I guess people do stupid stuff for love, and I know more than one person who's gotten into things like that. But, I can't say I approve. However, I won't condone. I just hope, the people in this story grow up and out of it. There are other ways of happiness. Hugs, sunsets, laughs, movies, books, ect.
Very interesting, and captivating piece. I look forward to reading more from you.
|| Posted on 2009-02-15 00:00:00 | by SweetAndOhSoME | [ Reply to This ] || Powerful Piece.|
A deep insight in the workings of a (dysfunctional) relationship. I re-read it because for such a short piece it had soooo many levels.
And it hits parts of me that sometimes I don't want to remember, (not drug related) It's a definite +fav.
|| Posted on 2008-11-18 00:00:00 | by dismal_s child | [ Reply to This ] |