I love the ones who have staggered in
From freezing
From survival conditions
Who didn't have a chance but who
beat the odds anyway.
Come to me and tell me all about it.
At first I said that I would listen
Now I am sick of listening
I have a whole garbage can full of regrets, finger pointing, wasted life...
I know you do too
What makes you think you can set foot on my doorstep and open with insults?
I will not hold you.
I will not warm you.
I am in love with those who have never found their dignity, who only strive to dig deeper in the mud
I want my old job back
I want the plain language of those who don't know better than me
I have so much store credit from empty decisions and bad habits
I love my misery
I love foolishness itself
But my one virtue is
I speak with my eyes closed
Feeling out with my mind
I am a seeing fool with a blind heart
But oh, I desire to be tricked again
Knowingly.
4/9/12
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