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By spaceman Date: 2003 Apr 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.05.15.04.26770]] |
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Love feels sometimes like a stranglehold like fingers locked around my throat, choking my last breath. It's like a steel cage like floors and walls made of bars she puts up to protect me from myself. But there is no caging the animal within me there is a beast raging and slamming against the walls she has built between me and what's "not good" for me, but how can one know what is inside the head of another? How can she know my need my ache this burgeoning hell I am forced to inhabit to keep her? How can she know that I lie awake at night and count tiles in the ceiling in English, then Spanish, then French trying to stop myself from lurching from the bed to get the one thing that will let me sleep... but in the morning she would know and I would have failed again in her eyes, but how can she know what this costs? |