I want to kiss her, i want to return to the night of yore when time stood still and all seemed as right as it could be....i wish that, for an instant I could be selfish, just for a split second when i take what i want and forget about all repercussions and conscious thought would give way to mere feeling, want, need, desire. I wish that I could forget about my own past and simply forge a new beginning...with her? possibly....but just forget....to have the ability, this intangible feeling of forgetfulness....I wish I had that.
and here i sit and shall remain. Deep down i know that Ive done the right thing. Shell return to him and all will be well. Shell see that all things will work out in the end as all clichs say is so...
she'll forget about me, she'll forget about the nights, she'll forget about the times, she'll remember she loves him and he might just love her right back. they'll be happy and i'll have my few nights of Eden, the forbidden fruit...good or bad...
numbness is a cure-all and a yearning heart is the size of the sun in my chest. a cool hurt, a pleasant and awful rack of nervous, "what the fuck did i just do?" i wonder and i think and i know that i rose above the based and easy way...the simple path, the low road. I tell myself i've become the better man...that i don't want to be "that guy"...the one to come between "what if"...and i sit and ponder....
she'll be fine. i'll see her and she'll smile. We'll know, just the two of us...others may suspect, but we'll know...she and i will wink at each other alone...and nothing more will come of it...she'll be happy i hope. i'll live on of course, i'll make it through the soul searching and restless nights and days of thinking...the time when i could have said, "just come with me and it'll be alright"...the time when maybe i could have swayed beauty my way...
but here i sit and i ponder....she's with him...and so it goes...and so it shall be and as it was not so long ago.
good night, sweet dreams, good luck.........you will always be missed.
and here i sit and shall remain. Deep down i know that Ive done the right thing. Shell return to him and all will be well. Shell see that all things will work out in the end as all clichs say is so...
she'll forget about me, she'll forget about the nights, she'll forget about the times, she'll remember she loves him and he might just love her right back. they'll be happy and i'll have my few nights of Eden, the forbidden fruit...good or bad...
numbness is a cure-all and a yearning heart is the size of the sun in my chest. a cool hurt, a pleasant and awful rack of nervous, "what the fuck did i just do?" i wonder and i think and i know that i rose above the based and easy way...the simple path, the low road. I tell myself i've become the better man...that i don't want to be "that guy"...the one to come between "what if"...and i sit and ponder....
she'll be fine. i'll see her and she'll smile. We'll know, just the two of us...others may suspect, but we'll know...she and i will wink at each other alone...and nothing more will come of it...she'll be happy i hope. i'll live on of course, i'll make it through the soul searching and restless nights and days of thinking...the time when i could have said, "just come with me and it'll be alright"...the time when maybe i could have swayed beauty my way...
but here i sit and i ponder....she's with him...and so it goes...and so it shall be and as it was not so long ago.
good night, sweet dreams, good luck.........you will always be missed.
But then again, today I thought this: Somewhere along the line two joined together and they said to One, we're better than you, because we are Two. One just scoffed and got on with one's business, lived a happy and full life. Two procreated, and they told their children "You must be two, two are better than one." (We'll ignore the incest implications here for the moment.) One continued as one, but one day one felt a little down about something or other and started thinking "Maybe Two are right, if only there were another it would be so much better than this one." So eventually Two won out, and everyone believed they must be too. Everyone went looking for someone, and those who didn't find the second felt like they had lost. But little did they know that if they would just stop looking then the one who was someone would be perfectly happy as they come, just One.
I know, procreation is really the aim of the game, and kissing and snuggling are nice, but I'm not so sure any more that two are really so necessary, on a long term basis. I guess if I don't plan on having kids (not sure anyway), then I don't need a partner to help look after sprogs.
[Edited on Feb 10, 2006 8:31PM]