iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
- Messages
- 8,351
Over the last couple of days,
I really didn't know what
was going to happen.
I was done trying to resolve
everything, in the horrific
i think i can way
that I always do.
And I went along with
my business...
as I normally would.
And it came to a point
where I had to drop my act
and deal with things,
instead of pretending
they weren't there.
So dinner and beer was
ready for you
when you came home from work,
and the VHS tapes that we viewed
where ready to be watched,
after the godforsakingly
long credits.
And after the night was done
we laid in bed together,
perfectly,
they way we should have been
for so long now and ever after.
I went to work
and you even visited,
and viewed the awful
Brady Bunch movies with me.
It was just another day
coming home,
closing the door when
I got home.
Taking off my shoes and
walking to the kitchen.
Until I saw
an unusal box
next to the garbage.
I looked around
and saw my image
staring back at me.
I watched myself in awe.
You replaced the mirror
you smashed,
months ago.
And I realized,
that nothing is ever
fucking perfect.
But with the right amount
of thought and care,
you can do alot
by repair.
Your smudged fingerprints
are all over everywhere.
But as I grab the windex
and a papertowel,
I remember that I have to
do my part into making
this beautiful image
picture perfect.
I really didn't know what
was going to happen.
I was done trying to resolve
everything, in the horrific
i think i can way
that I always do.
And I went along with
my business...
as I normally would.
And it came to a point
where I had to drop my act
and deal with things,
instead of pretending
they weren't there.
So dinner and beer was
ready for you
when you came home from work,
and the VHS tapes that we viewed
where ready to be watched,
after the godforsakingly
long credits.
And after the night was done
we laid in bed together,
perfectly,
they way we should have been
for so long now and ever after.
I went to work
and you even visited,
and viewed the awful
Brady Bunch movies with me.
It was just another day
coming home,
closing the door when
I got home.
Taking off my shoes and
walking to the kitchen.
Until I saw
an unusal box
next to the garbage.
I looked around
and saw my image
staring back at me.
I watched myself in awe.
You replaced the mirror
you smashed,
months ago.
And I realized,
that nothing is ever
fucking perfect.
But with the right amount
of thought and care,
you can do alot
by repair.
Your smudged fingerprints
are all over everywhere.
But as I grab the windex
and a papertowel,
I remember that I have to
do my part into making
this beautiful image
picture perfect.
