But love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
I'm sorry. I made a promise to a friend that the next post would be a happy one, but I keep putting them off and pain can't wait.
There are some things that are doomed right from the start, like a train doomed to wreck. We all see it coming, but some stay at the platform and let it pass by, while some decide to hop on. Maybe we love the brilliant tragedy.
I don't know what this is, but my hands are trembling. I'm taking deep breaths. I really feel like throwing up. I need to cry.
I knew what I was doing. I built myself that train and took the front seat. Why? I didn't have to deliberately head for the wreck. I took the front seat and went full speed toward the wall.
What is this, the deep breaths, the trembling, the nausea? I need to get off. I need a field. I need a hug and a cry.
Come on skinny love, just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
Right in the moment this order's tall