Writings from 11/02 to 3/05. |
5-17-04 I'm not the whole you see. I'm not a hole in the world that sucks you in as the lies you are unfurl. I'm not the whole you claim to see. I'm not a hole in the world. Your senses cut you short as I begin to uncurl to everything that you missed. There's a million people who are worse than me and sometimes I think it's plain to see that writing things down sparks repetition and no one ever seems to remember good intentions. It's "common sense" meets "matters of the heart" and I'm thinkin' that you don't know where to start but all you know is that something's wrong and if you make me claim it's me, we'll get along. I'm not the whole you see. We're not holes in the world. I'm not a whole to you like you aren't everything but a girl. There's a million people who are worse than me and it'll take a million more for you to see that it takes one to fuck up and one to listen or one to talk and another to forgive and two to make one and make everything whole or one to drop out and one to make a hole. Yes two can make one and make everything whole or one can drop out and both become holes. I'm not the whole you claim to see. I'm not in the world to keep making holes. I'm not the hole you want to be. I want the two of us to make a whole. It takes two to make one and make everything whole or one to drop out and create the holes. Yes two can make one and make a whole or you can drop out and we both become holes. |