we are doing this. eyes closed.
pressing up against his young skin.
heartbreak pale and luminous,
freckles like raindrops
only on surfaces exposed,
shoulders. eyelids. cheeks.
she is nestling into him,
and she cant stand how beautiful he is.
never could.
her heart wont let go,
wont give up the ghost.
nervous, restless.
but it wont start. wont continue.
"so how old were you?
what was her name?"
why are we talking about this
he wants to know,
from his spread eagle perch.
she is heavy lidded,
near dead with the unknown.
what do you want to do
he wants to know,
eyes auburn and flashing window reflections.
starting with pa
A Discalimer: The following is a rant by JoeTheGuy. Do not confuse the thoughts and feelings of this rather mouthy stickman for those of the being whose body he inhabits, Legend. Though Legend and JoeTheGuy agree on many things, the following may or may not be one of them. They\'re both not really sure.
Thoughts On The Nature Of Love
or Getting Your Smack On Without Losing Your Sanity
A Rant by JoeTheGuy
Love is stupid. There, I said it. And I meant it.
Love is the worst invention of the human race. Worse than atom bombs and that Ramen noodle in a cup crap. It\'s for love that many a war was fought and it was for love that really shitty