The end of a relationship. |
for her for you it all came out for you i lied it all on the line every single time i spoke every single time i broke myself into bits trying to understand where you were coming from i shrugged it off i dismissed you a dream my dream my fantastical orgasm lingering on the outskirts of a road i never bothered to take my mistake your break from this useless thing we called relationship we called it nothing actually we called it nothing forever until finally i called it something i called it you and me walking together in a bright sunny day of our living breathing memory i called it aids i called it a scare i called it your dare i called it your failure i called it my inability to explain i called it my distasteful dislike of my "dysfunctional" family who were after all very functional in their own way i called it my brother or my perception of his words telling me very clearly that you were going to get aids i called it bullshit i called it rational thought i called it screaming around my house at 9 AM on a friday screaming for you to hear me to run to a drug clinic anywhere to find out about that disease and no you didn't actually have it and maybe i just got too scared screaming and screaming playing your number on my guitar willing myself to find it i called it calling you over and over and over for your whole fucking life and you didn't hear me and we didn't hear each other i called it love you called it nothing you called it love i called it nothing i called it friendship i called it what i needed to be i called it calming down i called it accepting the reality of living with you living with aids for the rest of our lives together when we finally met i called it massaging i called it bathing sitting, not crying listening for your realization i called it loving you i called it taking care of you forever i called it knowing they would a cure soon anyway i called it believing i called it hoping i clung to it, what i called it i clung to the sound of your voice your heart beat breaking against it mine you called it impatience i called it clarity and finally you called me and i called it truth i called it hope i called it something else when i knew that every conversation i'd ever had with you had been the most important of my life but i called it lack of faith i called it unable to understand i called and called and called but you stopped hearing me after two years, you finally stopped listening and despite my knowlege that i was now listening very closely it was, as they say, too late i called it dream i called it release i called it over i called it relief thanks for freeing me thanks for the coy words for writing you want me and then taking it back like you always did for wanting me in words, but not in body thanks for therapy thanks for paranoid thanks for rational thanks for nothing thanks for everything thanks for letting go thanks for moving on i called it bitter i called it over i called it release i called it joy i called it sadness but i called it all for her |