Head Over Heels
2003-09-02 @ 5:07 p.m.

Kicked the dirt up with your
They broke the fall
down toward him
...and his shirt,
dusty and gray,
became a mud that you were lost in
Embracing dirt
You wretched
Nauseous and noxious,
these thoughts of him,
the sight of him
He tempts
...and you're sinking deeper into his notions

No, he's filthy, dirty, and you don't want to be with him. You don't want to be seen with him. Don't be with him. You don't want him. Don't...

...but you've fallen
Hands broke the fall,
but you're still head over heels
for him

Make up your mind... is it him? or a glossy image of a pretty, pink girl you used to be? An image you're leaving behind, a glossed-over image, because that's what we're about; image.

It's either one of the other.

One or the other.


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I wrote this for you, Dirty-Boy, the one no one ever seemed to love.


Listening to: "District Sleeps Alone Tonight" by The Postal Service

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The Weather Underground - 2008-11-12
- - 2008-05-06
She knows I can read. - 2008-05-06
William Jacobson - 2008-05-02
Lost Boys - 2008-04-30

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