Monday, August 17, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Somebody, hold me too close, (Sometimes, he likes to
get in my space and smother me just to laugh at my claustrophobic
Somebody, hurt me too deep, (he does it too often
to count, I probably do it to him too.)
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep (Have I mentioned our disparate
And make me aware
Of being alive,
Somebody, need me too much, (The man is helpless, I
tell you, HELPLESS.)
Somebody, know me too well, (we have a super hard
time keeping secrets from each-other.)
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive.
Make me confused, (So often, I ask myself why I
love this guy so much, and I just don't have the answer. I'm not even sure
I need the answer anymore.)
Mock me with praise, (Oh the sarcasm.)
Let me be used,
Vary my days.
But alone is alone, not alive.
Somebody, crowd me with love,
Somebody, force me to care, (He and I just don't
have the same interests, so this is an ongoing thing for both of us.
"Honey, it's not just any opera, it's TRAVIATA!")
Somebody, make me
I'll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive
This has been your daily mushiness. You can thank me later.
photo by Sandy Underwood: Raul Esparza in Company