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By Ali Date: 2007 Sep 07 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.07.12.22.16520]] |
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If I didn't care, I wouldn't say a word-- I'd let this quietly slip, let you quietly trip away, because it wouldn't matter to me. But you do, and it does, so, I don't know where this leaves us--did I just write our end or our beginning? Everything seems covered in dust, in smoke, in desire-- I don't get angry, and I don't react, unless I'm passionate, undone and restless--and I am. You make me crazy in a can't-sleep, can't-help-but-scream kind of way. And I don't know if I said too much, when I let it all loose, because I've been pacing this cage for too, too long-- and I crave you more than anything else, ever. I wonder if you'll mistake my frustration for an excuse to walk away, for a reason not to try-- but, baby, but, love, if I didn't care, I wouldn't have said a word. |