"I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic!
I try to give that to people.
I misrepresent things to them.
I don't tell the truth; I tell what ought to be truth."
--T. Williams' A Streetcar Named Desire

13 June 2010

Selling Out, Pt 2


I am so selfish with your love, I can't risk fucking up.
Losing the slightest bit would hurt too much.

I am so empathetic toward you.
I comfort your afflictions.
That doubt, that insecurity--
it's piling up inside of me.

I pull at your knots so my own heart strings can breathe.


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