Wednesday, March 11, 2009

I was just so glad to be out of my shell again






I'm listening to I believe.
It's a beautiful song. So simple.

I believe, I believe, I believe, Oh I believe -
All will be forgiven
I-
All will be forgiven
I-
There is love in heaven
I-
There is love in heaven
I-
All will be forgiven
I-
there is love in heaven. all will be forgiven. there is love in heaven. all will be forgiven.X12
(Ibelieve-----)
(Peace and joy be with them, harmony and wisdom.----)
Peace and joy be with them, harmony and wisdom.
I believe, I believe, I believe, oh I believe.

This song is beautiful, as I said.
But the context is not.
As this song is being sung, a young couple kiss for the first time. And then they try a little more. And then the girl gets raped.

Life isn't beautiful sometimes. Sometimes it is, but sometimes, it's crawling with demons under everything. Sometimes all the hope in the world is - all the hope in the world. It's what gets us through the day.

I'm more than a little crazy tonight.
I grab for you, and fall short
I can't seem to bring myself to hold on
on to what you need and I long for.
I can't seem to smile for you without thinking
that I'm on the boat again,
and I'm prone to seasickness.
So I grab for you, but take the railing instead
I steady myself as best I can
I spit out a sarcastic comment, just for you love.
just for you, I pull myself back.
Just for you, I hide my heart deeper inside my body.
Just for you, I turn cold.
Just for you, I won't care.
SECRETS:
Sometimes saying I miss you is so hard
Sometimes I listen to the music you had sent me and want to fly or vanish.
Sometimes, late at night, i write you text messages, and don't send them.
Sometimes, when I'm lying in bed alone, I imagine what it would be like to wake up and see you smiling at me.
Sometimes, I play dress up with my clothing for no good reason.
Sometimes, I consider smoking.
Somtimes, I wait up all night for a phone call from you, and I pretend that I was up doing something much more cool.
Somtimes I count the days that we haven't spoken (144)
Sometimes I think about what it would be like to still be with you.
Sometimes I like cleaning my room
Sometimes I hate you.
Sometimes I tell myself I love you, and it feels right.
Sometimes I just cry.
Sometimes I wonder how I deserve any of the good people in my life.
Sometimes, I don't eat.
Sometimes, I do.
Sometimes, I close my eyes and fall down, because I want to.
Sometimes I close my eyes and fall down because I can't help it.
Sometimes I miss my parents.
Sometimes I love being up early.
Sometimes I need to drink a cup of coffee, and sometimes I just need the smell of it to make me feel better.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

honey i miss writing.
darling i miss you.
if all the pet names in the world, could be mixed into one, i'd give it to you. for no matter how many times we hurt because of them, (or how many times we go back into the cycle of knowing we'll be hurt, and we'll hurt them) we always end up back, sitting with eachother, paint on hands, jeans and faces, saying "man. we effed up again."

erin meagan said...

great post.
that song is just so beautiful, and so broken, yet so whole at the same time, which is what makes it beautiful.