Sunday, April 22, 2007

other people's love stories.

I wish I knew. Just so I could weave myself into them seamlessly, make them mine, about me, my love; when the blanket of night insulates me from all my failures as a person. I have no redeeming qualities, and I hold no hope of happy endings, but a good love story is like new clean construction paper for my wandering fingers.
Other people's love stories make me cry.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Alllove stories make one cry. Others and one's own. Love is pain and crying is a natural sequence of pain. It is life. Life is full ofpain. Otherwise it wont be life. It will be euphoric sleep deep downin the Hades.