Something old, some things new

The End

I saw Liz last night.
Don’t believe in chasing.
But I was so afraid it would be forever till I see her again.

I started telling her about my other lives.

She started school – making good on the promise to herself.
She made a good argument otherwise: logical.

We talked about ‘her guy’; dance lessons in the City.

I do not care if she’s just using me . . .
If only there was a way for her to Tap me – 24/7.
But I am not always accessible, hum?

Now all I want is to take care of myself so,
I can see her again . . . next week, next month, two months from now . . . sigh

This had better pass – I need those jagged edges.

no title necessry

It’s always one side of my hand with you.

My fault.

I allow you to get away with Bloody Murder.

You’re impertinent behavior, I tolerate.

The Churlishness displayed should be a badge of honor.
Words / Actions Uncompromised // Raw & Honest.

I forget my lessons: impersonal, ‘Do no Damage’, emasculated passion.

It is foolish of me to give the tools to hurt me – Ostentatious.