Need the speed
Need the wine
Need the pleasure
In my spine
Need the wine
Need the pleasure
In my spine
“
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didnt ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should just be friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
“
| — | Neil Gaiman (The Kindly Ones) |
Darling Jim.
Smooth,velvety words poured out
from your lips
So velvety they are,they choked me.
And if i may
i would push you
so far off the hill
if love could kill
then maybe i will.
Darling,darling Jim
How many girls have you win?
Oh darling,darling Jim
You’ve left a trail of pretty little Bettys
looking so grim.
My darling,
darling,charming Jim
I wonder where the hell have you been?
So why expose to vulnerability?
when i have had the serenity,
you crash all my defenses
with your effortless abilities.
So why expose to vulnerability?
Tell me why expose to vulnerability?
-A prose?/poem?/song-wannabe?(hahah.) partly inspired by a book i read, ‘Darling Jim’,
about a girl falling in love with a casanova.
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
by Philip Larkin
