ghosts of misunderstanding
date: Jun 26th, 2008 12:51:28 am - Subscribe
mood: ~'~



you never had to act to
prove me wrong or right.
i know about fantasies...

my mouth was the very
fuck-it-all, music to your desperate soul.
my arms were the apathetic limbs of
freedom without obligation.
between my legs was sweet, pure rebellion.

you never had to act on it
to be with me.
that wasn't the point.
but you missed it ... entirely.

i am everything you thought...too right to be real
too unreal to be true
so bad...so good for you.

so, too bad.
too bad for me, and you, and us and we
and all the things we never had to be ---
defined like that.

i'm. just. guessing. here. but...
fear is larger than longing and desire is
less functional than dotted lines.

and my admiration at your self-denial is
tempered with disappointment
that i might have actually been
so very wrong.

...but i still believe that i can believe anything i want.

~'~
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