Swing Shift GinJaElla's blog: "Random"

Build a wall of books between us in our bed
repeat, repeat the words i know we both said
relax into the need we get so confortable
remember when i was so strange and likeable

i just want back in your head
i just want back in your head
I'm not unfaithful but I'll stray

When I jerk away from holding hands with you
I know these habits hurt important parts of you
remember when how sweet and unexplainable
nothing like this person unloveable

*did you write this?*

A brief communication from the nether reaches of ex~dom, one of those small and forgotten holds that is rarely heard from. So... it grabs the attention. Toys with heart strings left dangling, ones that perhaps should have been burned to nubs long ago. All in a passing moment, this shudder goes through ending in the stark realization that a well chosen gathering of syllables can still hold power over you.

Here's the true point of note. I COULD have written that. Every word, and meant it. Eerie how aptly those words put together in that way embody me. I recognized it, he recognized it. It isn't necessarily complimentary, is it? Still. Even the ugly must be recognized and brought forth to light (this is rhetorical and should never be the logic one uses late night, in bars). Done. The next thing to be recognized is that I have someone out there that knows me so very well, I know a bit about him, too. I know that he crept back and deleted those lyrics late last night. I know the mood he was in. I can't tell him, but I can tell you. I know and comprehend the million things that mean that we will never, ever, ever be together again.  Still, knowing and holding the reality of someone so close, for so long...

"I hear you, SB. In the darkest of night, I still love you, too."