Haunted by Waters

“Isn’t it strange that we talk least about the things we think about most?”

This is why it hurts the way it hurts. You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache. You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.

I sit here drunk now. I am a series of small victories and large defeats and I am as amazed as any other that I have gotten from there to here without committing murder or being murdered; without having ended up in the madhouse. as I drink alone again tonight my soul despite all the past agony thanks all the gods who were not there for me then.

I hope one day 5 years from now you stumble across me when I’ve grown out of you and finally then after not seeing me for all this time it will break your heart.

And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

I suppose she only wanted what she could not have. Well, people were that way. To hell with people.

Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.

bad love poem #1574

Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us.