WHINY, INCOHERENT RANT #457
Don’t sugarcoat it for my sake, sweetheart-
Give it to me hard, fast and raw.
The truth hurts, badly, but y’know what?
In the end lies hurt a helluva lot more.
And I’d far rather hear it from you
Than from someone who doesn’t give a damn.
Or maybe you don’t. How do I know?
We’ve been all these years like two boxers
Warily circling each other,
Waiting for each other to throw the first punch.
Is it because we’re afraid of the pain,
Or afraid of inflicting the pain?
What?!?!? They say pain builds character,
But I’ve noticed that the “they” who say everything
Are always good at dishing it out
And are never the ones who have to take it.
Just once I’d like to see roles reversed,
The takers becoming the givers, and so on and so on….
That’s O.K. I’m leaving now. See ya’ later.
But none of this rant will have been said.
It hasn’t even come to mind yet.
Give me 30 seconds, halfway down the stairs,
It will all come to me as if it hasn’t a million times before.
But that’s the way I am. And you love me anyway.
June 14, 2012