Surgery seems so unkind... but look at face.

Just before our love got lost you said, "I am as constant as a northern star." And I said, "constantly in the darkness, where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar." On the back of a carton coaster, in the blue TV screen light, I drew a map of Canada, with your face sketched on it twice. I am a lonely painter, I live in a box of paints. I'm frightened by the devil and I'm drawn to those ones that aren't afraid. I remember that time that you told me, you said, "love is touching souls." Surely you touched mine because part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time... I met a woman, she had a mouth like yours. She knew your life, she knew your devils and your deeds and she said, "go to him, stay with him if you can but be prepared to bleed." You're in my blood like holy wine, you taste so bitter and so sweet, I could drink a case of you, darling and I would still be on my feet...

Finally, for the first time in 3 years, this really is goodbye.

Great Lake Swimmers

I was lost in the lakes and the shapes that your body makes, that your body makes, that your body makes, that your body makes. The mountains said I could find you here, they whispered the snow and the leaves in my ear. I traced my finger along your trails, your body was the map, I was lost in it. Floating over your rocky spine, the glaciers made you, and now you’re mine. Floating over your rocky spine, the glaciers made you, and now you’re mine. I was moving across your frozen veneer, the sky was dark but you were clear. Could you feel my footsteps And would you shatter, would you shatter, would you? And with your soft fingers between my claws, like purity against resolve, I could tell, then and there, that we were formed from the clay and came from the rocks for the earth to display. They told me to be careful up there where the wind blows a venomous rage through your hair. They told me to be careful up there where the wind rages through your hair.

The best Christmas song....

This is the world's best Christmas song... It goes out to literally EVERYONE in my life.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wjEIP6otc4Y

It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me: won't see another one
And then they sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away and dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I´ve got a feeling
This year´s for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
Where all our dreams come true.

They got cars big as bars
They got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It´s no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold christmas eve
You promised me broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome you were pretty
Queen of new york city when the band finished playing they yelled out for more
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night.

And the boys from the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for christmas day.

You´re a bum you´re a punk
You´re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse I pray god it´s our last.

And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day.

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can´t make it out alone
I´ve built my dreams around you

And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For christmas day.

I misssss yooouuuuu.

I felt you in my legs before I ever met you and when I lay beside you for the first time I told you, "I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you." And now we're saying bye, bye, bye... And now we're saying bye, bye, bye... I was nineteen. Call me... I felt you in my life before I ever thought to,I feel the need to lay it down beside you and tell you, "I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you." And now we're saying bye, bye, bye... Now we're saying bye, bye, bye... I was nineteen... Call me. I was nineteen. Call me. Flew home back to where we met, stayed inside, I was so upset... I cooked up a plan so good except I was all alone, you were all I had... Love you... You were all mine... Love me, I was yours right... I was yours, right? I was nineteen... Call me... (Bye) (Bye)... I was nineteen... Call me... (Bye) (Bye).

Big Red Nor

I'm so tired of getting my hopes up and then having them dashed to pieces. Especially about these boys I think are really there for me. Fuck you. :) Love you.

For real. I was falling for you, and I thought you felt something too, but it turns out you were just another waste of time, another one of those dozens of dimes.

I am the Battlestar Galactica.

"What do you hear?"
"Nothing but the rain."
"So grab your gun and bring in the cat."

Rellaw.

It's stupid... but little things like "I hope you and ... have fun [at our twelve hour Lord of the Rings marathon]" when He commented on my Facebook status still sends darts of actual pain through me. I'm happy with ... but... He is... Him.

Edit:

"What about everyone else involved? Have fun on your date!" That shut him up. :)

Edit # 2:

Just kidding. He is now asking if he can come. Why do I suck?

Edit # 3:

Fuck me... THIS SUCKS! Not that I don't want Him to come... But... really?

Edit # 4:

"I'll see what I can do." - Him.
"Goodie." - Me.

Hot shit.

Edit # 5:

OH! THE NERVE! Now he is setting conditions!!! I'll keep... uhm... YOU? updated. And no more edits... Oh! He wants me to make him a bed out of blankies on the floor. Sweet boy.

Edit # 6:

I will not! under any circumstances ask him about his date... i.e. "what about your date?"

Edit # 7:

Just kidding.

Edit # 8:

32 comments on my status later and I'm left feeling the same.