This was the love we shared
Tenderly like being ripped open
I pretended that you never cared
And you could not seem to leave me alone
I set you all on fire
You walked the wire
You spoke on pulpits to testify to me
And my
Love was rat poison
It made you curl up
And it made you scream
And you
You were unable to
Make me come
To make me cream
This was the love the that we had
You would slap me
And I’d make you mad
You’d throw a table
And I’d make a scene
I’d get the blow torch and you’d start to lean
Into the fire
Into the fire
And I
Was like your whiskey
And were like the drunk
And I was the Jim Beam bottle
You threw to the floor with a thunk
This was our love
Soft,
Like back seat fucking
This was the passion you burned for
Like the bishop for an altar boy
You thought I’d alter you
You thought there’s something in me
That was something like you
You spoke about all these deeds
You were never up to my speed
You never met my needs
By I thought I had to meet yours
And I
Was your confession
You whispered me into your rosary
And I was your emission
When you dreamed I caught your wasted seed
And this love
Was so nasty
It tore you up and split your shit in two
And now
Whenever you see me
Your face is red because the time that I fucked you
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
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You, like Christina, are DIRRRRRRRTY!!!
ME-
I totally was digging that. Would you object if I tried to work it out in song? Not promising anything could, or anything that would make its way out of my head. But I like it and think it could work...particularly if you saw fit to grace me with something I might be able to use as a refrain. I know its a poem, and you didn't intend it as a song...but as your favorite snob of an en glish teacher used to say, "One something is published, isn't it then in the public domain, to be interpreted by the public?
Sorry, I've really been rambling...
David
To David:
Bill has a point there. And it was actually written as a sort of song, so it's good that caught on. We can work on it. Do with as you will.
Helen:
when I finished writing it, I actually sang Dirrty to myself. And laughed.
This totally reminds me of the dream I had last night about the devil chasing me and trying to have sex with me.
Jo Momma
I had a dream that I was at platform 9 3/4 trying to get to Hogwarts.
did you write this?
pretty crude and somehow some part of it is like my last love story. Of course i ended it after discovering the person behind the mask...
Ah, yes... it's all written by me... to hopefully hit something inside you. By admitting to the crudeness in me.
I know a little about shintoism and a little about zen.^_^
So, you didn't recognise your lady caller at JU? I thought it would have been obvious! By the way, my work email is not working at the moment, so if you feel drawn to mail me, can you use the gmail one? Ta.
Aria,
I knew it was you. But I didn't. I was like... she's a lot like Helen. Then I was like, that would mean Helen had to get a new personality. She wouldn't do that....
I don't know if I have your G-mail account, but I'll use it.if I do.
Pinklunamoon!
this means we will have lots to talk about : )
Yes, indeed! You figured it out :) You inspired me to be a different person! So far, Aria is quite popular, and I'd like to try and keep it that way! I think most people were drawn in by the name :) What do you think?
Aria/Helen
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