Icarus's blog: "Hurts to watch."

Where do you see this in a year?
How about five?
A little more sinewy, a little less hair
the lines on your face a bit more defined.

Think you can still fuck twenty somethings with self-esteem problems?

Would you rather just find your sweat pants and find a good box set to read
forget the whole damn thing ever happened.

Forget paychecks, obligations, and dirty laundry.
Just lock yourself inside with phantasms of fantastically busty strangers, all-nighters of bite marks and soft salty flesh.

I'd rather count the shadows on your face by candle-light
blow out my hips, and possibly proclaim myself the son of god.

You'd enjoy it too.
That part I was always good at.

Its the loving you part
the respecting part
the wanting you
as opposed to desiring you
realizing you rather than worshipping you

I was always good at the in out, hello goodbye, you're welcome.
But more importantly goodbye.

Makes me wonder who is really to blame?

You for being just-so, and perfectly destructable?
Someone just three steps from being right for me, and one step from loving me.

Always poised at the starting gate.
Someone always willing to put a toe over the line
then beg plead and lurch apologetically in desperation.

You'll never know
just how much I care.