Shane & Ilya - Strawberry Blonde, Mitski

on shane

compiled from excerpts of his work!

what’s there to be faithful to? i am faithful to you, darling.

here we are at the place / where i get to beg for it

i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own

i think you might like it here

i mean, maybe / it’s better if my opponent wins

i took the bullet for all the wrong reasons, i’d just as soon kill you myself

‘i told you so.’ ‘yes, you did, dear.’

even when i look away i am still looking

names like pain cries, names like tombstones, names forgotten and reinvented, names forbidden or overused

i said kiss me here and here and here / and you did

what does a man want? power.

i want to give you more but not everything

young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with confidence

this is not what we meant to be

i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.

war, and the art of war, and the landscape of war

longing and suffering? of course, of course.

i couldn’t make you love me and i’m tired of pulling your teeth

want something to chase you? run.

he wants to be tender and merciful. that sounds overly valorous. sounds like penance.

someone has to leave first

did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?

more love streaming out the wrong way

let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other

we don’t have that kind of time.

dear forgiveness, i saved a plate for you. / quit milling around the yard and come inside.

the moon, of course, is always there

i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love.

you know what it’s like to be alone

oh, the things we invent when we are scared / and want to be rescued

something dead that seems to be alive

shame means you’re guilty, like the rest of us

please, for just one night, will you lay down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up

you can indulge me this at least, can’t you?

reborn, wild-eyed, free.

i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything

the enormity of my desire disgusts me.

you’re all i ever wanted / and worth dying for too

the fire still burning 

maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy, but tell me you love this. tell me you’re not miserable. 

love, love, or whatever

gold bodies on the red, red ground. i paint in the wounds.

i ran and i knew you wouldn’t catch me.

sunlight pouring across your skin / your shadow, flat on the wall

or rain, our bodies wet, clothes clinging arm to elbow, clothes clinging from nipple to groin

it starts with bloodshed, always bloodshed 

it’s time to choose sides, now. the stitches or the devouring mouth?

the way you slam your body into mine reminds me i’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you  

he was pointing at the moon but i was looking at his hand.