and when you killed our love
you killed yourself
but I did not die
I rose like a phoenix
from the ashes blown
and I regarded your burned corpse
with numbness and with knowledge
that you could destroy the dream of love
but you could not destroy me
and when you tried...
You know when you touch something really cold and it hurts? Yeah.
Some people are like that. Unlike ice cubes, they don't generally melt when you hold on (i.e. with generosity, patience, forgiveness, kindness)... they just give you frostbite.
I can't take it anymore. My heart...
I think they pick me because I accept them. I don't judge I don't hate. Then they take it to the extreme and use me and my love against me. They knock me down and wonder why I no longe see them in the same light. They wonder why I leave.
I really should quit being so rough with them on the first date. They get all stiff and boring and cold after that. Then they start to stink. What is it with men and personal hygiene, anyway? I mean, don't you know you need a bath. Oh...wait...you...
He knew id been sexually abused by my father. he knew my dad was dead. he knew i was a virgin... he knew i was an easy target. we had grown up together... and i was 15. i was lonely and confused, and fell right into his trap. a venus fly trap, he was attractive and seemed sweet...