April 22nd, 2008

Ah, the simplicity of writing while in love. The words float out of you, don't they? It's just so much easier. Yeah, all that beautiful bullshit about locking eyes and sunsets and lyrics that fit in your fists. Your bodies are art together, aren't they? Sunlight and the hoods of cars, backseat bliss, all the jokes, the little nicknames, pet names. They're easy, that's easy. Bliss is easy. And when he destroys you, it's easy then too. When he's got your heart in his palm and he's not letting go of your ventricles until you swear you didn't sleep with him, until you fucking prove it, it's still easy then. You've still got the emotions left to yell onto some white lines and let it all fall into place. You've got that anger, it's found it's place. But anger, it always changes. Then you're plunged into some depth of despair, some fat lake you can't swim out of. Yeah you've got those cement blocks on your ankles, it's easy then, why are you complaining? Don't cry, your tears don't mean shit if you're already submerged. What a waste, sweetie, don't waste that energy. Use it to kick those skinny little legs to the brim of the lake. You can climb down the side, use the ladder. You can climb back in when you trick yourself into thinking it's not time to let go yet. I promise, it's always time to let go. I'll never lie to you, baby. I promise. I can't lie, look at you, you're too beautiful to lie to. You're too honest, oh baby, you kill me. Your innocence, it's perfect, it's destroying me. But hey, yeah, once you climb out, (maybe your friends will give you a push, you'll find a way) you'll do it all over again, won't you? 'Cause you just don't learn baby. You don't, you're so foolish! You ain't got any idea how it all works, do you? But hey, guess what baby?

They all leave.