I longed for any company and now that I have it I feel lonelier than ever before. I walk through age backwards, I fell into love when others were in the midst of promiscuity, my youth was spent for the price of a hear, my life in my lovers hands.
If she had remained alive I would have been happy, yet the days aged her. Those once soft hands decayed and her skeletal fingers gauged my life, I bled the promise of my first love.
So I left and thought to act my age, thought I was three years behind my peers and only knew true connection. Mistakes were made and lessons briefly learnt and forgotten. Part of me remained aged the other grew younger still, connections were scarce and costly in their emotional turmoil.
Now I sleep in proximity to another unplanned occurrence on the edge of adulthood, she lays close to me yet couldn’t be further from my mind.
My singularity has caused me to flee to my dreams, those in reality fall in any comparison to the ideal of a young boys’ romanticism. Two parts of self are conflicted, I want love and nothing at all. I have high standards and those lower than bacterias’ place in the foodchain.
My dreams and wishes are at odds with one another, maybe this is why I sometimes believe nothing to be the only answer which will satisfy them both.
Lol it’s cool. I’m typing up straight from my notebook. There’s always a few mistakes :p
You see only a construct, only what I wish nothing more.
Why would I be other than what I am to the world?
A patchwork of false confidence and feigned interest,
Nothing but a living lie, a determined deceit.
I’ve let people in before and all have leached my blood empty.
None regret their actions, they thought it righteous.
Oh, with all my love and emotion I was such an oppressor wasn’t I?
I was the sum and definition of my sex’s oppresson.
Maybe it would help if you didn’t punish those who care.
I have been hung for benevolence,
I have killed myself with honesty.
No one will know me again.
Mariachi El Bronx - Love Sick (by James Courtney)
Close your eyes,
It’ll be over soon.
Seven more decades,
It’ll be over in no time.
To sleep in a city which never does,
When the sirens have subsided and the whiskey tumblers are bone dry.
I will lay my head upon my pillow for some much un-needed rest.
I shut my eyes and hear a reassurance that life still exists in any God forsaken hour.
— Unknown (via cuula)
— Henry Rollins (via hoursspent)
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From Nightwing #148 (November 2008)
An injured Dick turns to Alfred, the best person to seek out in such situations.