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By darwin Date: 2004 Apr 13 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.13.14.45.851]] |
| I'm tired. And I wish I had more solace for you than that. I wish for all the stones we cast in life, I could catch them for you. And I wish that you could catch them for me. But we can't. So sometimes they come down on us, and our bodies are battered and bruised, our minds can't even make their way around another thought. My eyes just want to close for a while, some sweet while and feel the peace that just oblivion can bring. I don't know why I thought love would bring me solace one day. And I don't know why I thought that love would complete every hole in my life. It never does. It's not the misty eyed, heart palpitations we dream of. Or at least what I dreamt of. Love is survival, the ability to wade through life with someone else. It's knowing that when someone bites our heals, that someone is there to get their heals bitten too. I know that I would fight for you with every last breath I have. I know that the last person I ever want to see in my life is you, when my vision fades. I want to know that you will be there when the fighting ends. When I feel calm, when my mind isn't a war zone. I know you will be there, even if you arms can't hold me anymore. Even when my head won't lift, I know that you will lift it for me. That is all I need. I don't need the butterflies anymore. I don't need the goosebumps up my arms, I just need for you to breath for me, when I no longer can. |