“You’re like two things that contradict each other really badly, but mesh together really well.”
“You’re a cute little barbarian.”
that should not mean
looking at you and thinking
you will hurt me—
when i used to worry about
and hurting you
and you smile….
if only you knew
what was going on
in my head—
but i don’t even know myself.
A legitimate question. I wonder what it be like to not hear my voice or to see my face as you read these words. It’s so strange knowing that real people lie behind this electronic interface.
All I can do is hope that few words can bring hope…for both you and me.
a priest told me once that humans can’t become angels—
so don’t look for wings on my back
or a halo in my hair
but I will hold you all Saturday night
and pray for lost causes Sunday morning