|Come here; I want to hurt you||
Sep 25th, 2006 9:56:20 pm - Subscribe
|I wish I could tell you what was going on in my head. I wish I could explain to you play by play what really happened at my last job. I wish that I could talk to you about the folks I fall in love with. I wish I had some fairy dust to make things lighter.
I wish you could see me when I'm sick, or racked with pain. I wish you could do a ride-along to see what one of my days looks like. I wish you could hear my darker thoughts.
I wish you would stand there, while I threw a gob of jellyfish stingers at you, without your getting sick, or getting mad at me either.
Those damn stingers would fall off of you onto the wet beach, get coated with sand, and not hurt people any more. But I would stomp off by myself to try to nurse my wounds, to try to bring myself back around, around to the place where peace is found, and jellyfish stingers are the last thing on my mind.
Why do I want to hurt you?
What's up?: Everything's going to be okay