I wrote this today thinking of how many people I have sacrificed to the altar of "relationships"
I will keep you
When I met you I knew I liked you
Sweet and fun
quirky enough to make me comfortable
We were instant friends
Like a bag of Lipton in a cup
You and I filled each other with laughter and happiness
And yet in a little time we felt different
We felt something more
You wanted me
I wanted you
But the thing is dear friend
You are too special to lose
And my wrap sheet contains nothing
But three month explosions I call
"relationships"
With dopes I would never utter a syllable to today
Thus I will keep you,
Despite the firecracker nature of my heart
I will protect you from her
That version of me that sucks the marrow
not only from life
but from people
You must never draw near to my altar
You are too precious to be a sacrifice
Which would only quench my bloodlust so long
I will not offer you up
Because I intend to keep you
La nobleza del sacrificio, y se siente bien, ¿no?
ReplyDeleteI leave now with all these medieval imagery in my mind. Nice.