Wednesday, March 31, 2004
bleeding/ /rose
you know who you are >>> it seems like all my entries are dedicated to you in some way or another; i guess this is pretty symbolic of me laying down the story of my life at your feet, the raw, faded petals of my bruised-magenta life ---rosebud-bunched-up-only-for-those-who-know-me-too-well--- lying helplessly; haplessly; at your marbled feet. begging for recognition, to feel you scoop the heap of velvet kisses into your warm hands; waiting for you to finger them lightly, and in acceptance of my chronic histrionism, pray,
allow them to lightly carress and embed themselves into the ridges of your palm before you decide to let godly fury overtake your hands and crush each piece of dying rose, please
simply
let them slur
deep down into a growing pool of their own graceful, graceless kind: gradually-blackening petals-long-forgotten.
and yet, it amazes me how they pale in comparison with the softness of your crimson lips. your soft pink tongue compliments and enhances its rich colour.
your kisses dye me moist with fever.
and for all the times i've made you feel unwanted, unloved, unneeded - i beseech you to take comfort in the knowing that it is also an un-deniable fact that i love you.
at the end of the day, i now know that even though i may be a complete and utter fool, im
proud
to be YOUR complete and utter fool.
and this is me -
head over heels for
you.
ily.