you.i.we

[Shuddr2Think]

one more...
thats all you.i.we need to do..
for now
(these are again blantant lies
we both verbalize so eloquently
its easy to look past the truth
when you.i.we are one fluid thought)
it is slightly odd how
i find it so simple
and easy to not tell you
somehow fail to mention that
you.i.we have a problem.
it all started with
white lines and dialated pupils
jaws clenched and
hearts breaking
and i wish i knew
when the exact moment in time was
when you.i.we became this...thing
we are
constantly
driven by white lines.
driven by another seventy hour day..
driven by something outside
of myself again
if i remember correctly it started as
an experiment
a simple study done over time (for fun)
which led us to this simple question...
how many ways can a lightbulb really
be used to its full potential?
i would tell if you asked...
forgetting as always
that i am not supposed to know..
wishing on all things greater than myself
that this simple question
was as absurd to me
as it is to you.
and here we are
alone again
in some room
at some girls house
(i think we frightened them)
and there is that
dollar bill again
and my
eyes water again
and like clockwork your
hands shake again
and i think its offical that
you.i.we have a problem
because together...(meaning us)
it all just perpetuates itself
until you.i.we don't know who
you.i.we
are
or what brought us to this.
until those nights/days/weeks/months where
you.i.we break another mirror...
coz i am a klutz
or
lay in bed another day (or was it three?)
curled up in pain...of a new sort
i realize (like any sane person would)
it was another case of those
little white lines again.
as it seems to always be.
and i draw the same conclusion as
i generally do in these situations
you.i.we need to change
(before its too late)
**note-this was written by me a long time ago (1996/97)...i just..i dunno...needed to get it out again**

 

[Angelight]

ummm...yeah...i love this

 

[frostyangel]

wow, I enjoyed this very much, it is very similiar to what me and my roommate went through, and we began to think the same thing, finding ourselves to know it all to well, and It's hard thing when you have to decide is it the love of doing it or is it the attication from the love. and when you need it more that you want it, you know it just might be time to stop.
I don't know if you got to see this post but, I would like to share it with you, this is how I felt not that long ago......
Let me forget just one more time
I know where it takes me, I know
how I'll feel, and she tells me no!
It wasn't in the deal, but I know
how to control myself, after just
this one line, I need to get away.
she still says no!
I remember how far away it takes
me, forgeting that he, she, it and
even that cats are still in the room
she still says no!
It will only last just a short while, I
promise that you don't have to
watch, and she still says no!
We had so much fun an this little
glass table only me and you would
understand that more we sucked
up, the more we sank, deep into
the in the hole, and still you tell me
no!
I remember how you told me, we
would never let this one go, and
no matter how many times I would
tell you no, you would beg me to do so,
Everyday, everynite, we took off on this
flight, and tonite you still tell me no!
And if we do so tonite we'd be back on
this flight of recklessness, not caring about
are jobs, school, men! And that is where it
all began.
So bring out that hairdryer we keep under
the bed.......this little girl would like a dizzy
head. Just once more I would like to explore,
I promise that I will began you no more!