25 May 2012
You should know things are not right between us, I thought you could read my mind? Look at us baby, oh they should have seen us, drugged up, loved up, and blind.
A rainstorm washed over both of us, and a song made both spirits fly. Loosing more than inhibitions, in the moment, in the high.
Life sped by, in ecstasy, when love was all around. Then those hideous mornings after, threw us firmly to the ground.
And below..... So very deep below....
Then, Fight! Fight to establish who's wrong and who's right.
Then, Fight! Against the self, the doubt. Jealousy, anger, the hatred and hurt. The digging up memories, and throwing of dirt.
Then, Fight! The fight for control, either situation, or respect. Then the struggle to reclaim whatever is left.
The anger never changes, every outcome is the same. Never mind the problem, we must first establish blame.
Blame • Opuss № I