leo_on_fire
Knowflake Posts: 174
From: Heiskell, TN 37754
Registered: Dec 2004
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posted August 17, 2005 02:42 AM
 
Purged me of my sins,
taught me the meaning of true guilt
and why I shouldn't place my trust in weakness.
Turned my frown into a smile,
made me fall in love with a guitar again,
and helped me find the music that only a voice has ever made me hear.
Cleansed me of my infedelities,
made me laugh so hard
and made it easy for me to live my fantasies.
Became my conscience,
teaching me that sorry is a curse word if there is really nothing to be sorry for.
Popped up at very unexpected times,
woke me up in the middle of the night
and made me wish and laugh.
Just talking to me about nothing at all
and clear the path for me to be free.
I'm in love with one man, always,
but I love this voice as my best friend.
There is nothing I can't say, nothing he can't do and we're still ok.
If I hadn't already lost my heart, I could easily hand it over, and if the voice didn't belong to such a dear friend, I could easily let myself get lost in him.
Too little too late, if only and I wonder, and in the end would it have been worth it?
I have my fun, that voice makes me laugh, and makes me forget about my tears.
Pulling me out of my pity,
all it would take is a step in that direction and he could be mine,
but I don't need to take that step.
Mine is somewhere else, as is his.
We are a strange pair, this cleansing voice and I, but we make do with our friendship;
finding comfort in each other without actually having to look all that hard.
And without having to give anything up.
He's in love with a woman coming home in 8 months, I'm in love with a man coming home in 3 weeks, so we are our own links to sanity.
Or maybe for us, we are the only way to let go of that sanity, making us forget how easy it is to give in to everything and fall.
I've known this voice for about a year, but I know him well enough to know he is the male part of me and I know me well enough to know that would never work anyway.
We are much better off the way we are, or we'd kill each other in a month.
I've thought about it, wondering why I wasn't confused about where we were going or why I didn't feel the need to hide my feelings from him.
Its all simplicity really, I have nothing to hold back from that voice because he already knows whats there.
He doesn't like the man I love and the man I love doesn't like him, the difference being that voice knows whichever direction I take is up to me in the end.
I love the woman the voice loves, and I know that if I ever let myself get carried away I would lose a friend too.
Its all ok, I have nothing to be afraid of because I know I don't belong there.
He is my friend, the end.
I am his friend, the end.
No need for either of us to be worried about something else because there is nothing else.
The end.------------------
love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove.
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posted August 17, 2005 09:50 AM