Right.
In.
The.
FACE.
Why the fuck can't people from your goddamn past stay in your goddamn past.
It's four in the morning
The end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living,
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert.
You're living for nothing now... I hope you're keeping some kind of record.
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair;
She said that you gave it to her
The night that you planned to go clear.
Did you ever go clear?
Oh the last time we saw you, you looked so much older,
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder.
You'd been to the station to meet every train there.
You came home without leaving your name.
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life...
And when she came back, she was nobody's wife...
Well, I see you there with a rose in your teeth,
One more thin gypsy thief.
And I see Jane's away...
She sends her regards.
Well what can I tell you, my brother, my killer?
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I missed you... guess I forgive you.
I'm glad you stood in my way.
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
When your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free...
Jane came by with a lock of your hair,
She said that you gave it to her
The night that you planned to go clear.
Sincerely...
I feel like I've been punched in the gut. I'm going, for now, to hold onto the shining knowledge of the most beautiful boy in the world coming to be with me, very soon. It won't be hard to kill this stupid sick feeling... I've been doing all right for a while. Just hearing from the lazy bastard again is a bit of a blow. Someday, someday I'm going to have to face this shit head-on. I can't do it alone, though, so I'm going to wait for you, B, okay? I'll need you there.
For now... my love and... my tiredness. More later. Keep your chins up, beloveds.
Judged: Evil
QOR: 64% evil, 36% good.
Labels: Missing You, Stress
posted by Rivaine # 8:11 PM 
