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my geology

At the beginning of the day you were nothing more than good hair and a potential lay. But my rope has become a mere string and ours is a story with no ending.   I’m doin what I do best, and putting myself before the rest, except I’m still losing in the midst of this selfish contest. I’m a consistent motherfucker and I’m worried I’ve struck gold again. I’ve been mining this cave for years now.  Pounding at the walls with hammers made of trauma.  I love that drama. Drunken nights, fist fights, afraid to turn on the lights; I don’t want to know whose hand that is. I’ve become good at picking out the gems amongst the rubble and forgetting all the while with your eyes wide shut gold is still nothing more than a rock. The most important aspects of a relationship are absorbency and buoyancy. Some times when shit gets tough you just have to suck it up and stay afloat.  Will you be my water wings, while I try to demolish these blood diamond feelings? I have callused hands and scabs on my knees.  My bones have never been stronger and my heart has never been harder. So imma put pebbles in my eyes and try to forget all of the pickaxe lies. Cause there’s a rockslide at our heals. And our beginning is looking a lot like our ending.

~ by everyonesfavoritemidget on August 19, 2009.