February 18th, 2009

bite lip bite lip

I was given a stone of pale pink, it is supposed to symbolize unconditional love. I am not sure to what extent I understand or appreciate this whole concept. If a person loves me always regardless of what I ever do, think or become, then is it really me that they are loving at all, is it not just an impersonal, selfish idolatry or neediness?

In the dead of the night I would walk through hailstorms or fire to meet you, brief lovers, to give you the drug you need. Your teenage savior. You held me tightly through the night which I said is all I’d ever want. 
Still, I wished to be loved for who I am and not what. I suppose that I too was dishonest in the beginning.