You and I are on repeat,
a vicious cycle that doesn't hurt anymore.
I never want the highs and lows to plateau
because flat lines means your heart stops beating
and the electric pulse when they try to bring you back
doesn't outweigh the time she told me:
"he's not listening to your thoughts
and they're too beautiful to be ignored."
That's what everybody said, the first time.
She asked me why I loved,
I told her I was happy;
but she told me happy wasn't early bed times
and broken conversations
and dead replies.
Words are numb,
and heart rate is everything.
But heart rates stop feeling
when words are numb.
People wince when I start the story over,
when I tell them why I went back,
rewashed the laundry,
turned the page,
etc.
They talk about how we're a Jenga board on the brink,
a final piece waiting to be pulled
and if it doesn't fall this time,
it will the next.
Mamma thinks it's shattered tension and a boy who needed the love back.
Dad watched his daughter cry too many times.
And I shot their opinions into a bucket,
ignored too much advice,
turned from too many warnings,
and it was worth it.
I love this.
ReplyDeleteANd I love that I'm the first comment because that never happens.
"And I shot their opinions into a bucket,
ReplyDeleteignored too much advice,
turned from too many warnings,
and it was worth it."
I absolutely loved this.
I actually told somebody that I hated your blog today. And I just want to explain why.
ReplyDeleteI hate that the music plays automatically. And I hate that I have to click on the post to read the freaking thing.
But other than that...
this might be my favorite blog of all time. (But it's not...because the music and clicking...we already talked about that earlier.)
"but she told me happy wasn't early bed times"
#stolen
Stop it
Deleteyou love the negative things too.
Come on.