Sugar Doesn't Make You Stronger
Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 12:53 pm
"You are amazing.. You've done amazing. You did exactly what I knew you could because you are infinitely
adaptable and awesomely strong and I am far weaker than you verbalize in our darkest moments and worst
fights."
You, sir, need to stop drawing me into the safety of that world. It cannot exist any longer. Yet I need it. I crave it. A heroin addict couldn't hold a candle to the Jones. But it's not in the same manor I did, nor do I wish to return to that state. But it was so much easier then:
Cruise control engaged, your left hand barely on the steering wheel. Your right holding mine and my right drawing from the bitchstick hanging loosely between my fingers. I have that now but it's different. This world is real and dangerous. This world has cold and hunger and darkness, all which he tries to shelter me from and keep me safe.
The picture is almost the same - I still sit with one hand in his and the other smoking. The difference is the cheshire smirk on my face. For I have the secret to it all. I know how to exist in both worlds. And I can do so without falter.
It amuses and interests me that the ink in your tattoo has faded, yet the one done out of need to be guided has stayed dark and truthful. Perhaps you are right. Perhaps I was always the strong one and you were always the weak. Maybe we reversed roles to try on eachothers shoes, but the stilettos just didn't fit.
You will always be your own book. Never a chapter yet never my life.
You will never truly be gone; always lurking, watching, saving and hoping.
I will always lock my door when you leave and yell to you from the bottom of the stairs because you can't hear the chain on the door and claim you won't sleep otherwise.
You will always be petrified that I will be hurt, scarred, or broken. Made indiffrent and jaded once more by this world. And he will always give me the space to smell the roses and marvel in summer sunshine. I was your rose in a glass case, how far did the Beast make it? To him, I am just me. Silly, immoral, brave, little and endearing me.
I will love the both of you. DIFFRENTLY. For the rest of my life. But I know that my piece of pie will always be smaller because sugar doesn't make u stronger.
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adaptable and awesomely strong and I am far weaker than you verbalize in our darkest moments and worst
fights."
You, sir, need to stop drawing me into the safety of that world. It cannot exist any longer. Yet I need it. I crave it. A heroin addict couldn't hold a candle to the Jones. But it's not in the same manor I did, nor do I wish to return to that state. But it was so much easier then:
Cruise control engaged, your left hand barely on the steering wheel. Your right holding mine and my right drawing from the bitchstick hanging loosely between my fingers. I have that now but it's different. This world is real and dangerous. This world has cold and hunger and darkness, all which he tries to shelter me from and keep me safe.
The picture is almost the same - I still sit with one hand in his and the other smoking. The difference is the cheshire smirk on my face. For I have the secret to it all. I know how to exist in both worlds. And I can do so without falter.
It amuses and interests me that the ink in your tattoo has faded, yet the one done out of need to be guided has stayed dark and truthful. Perhaps you are right. Perhaps I was always the strong one and you were always the weak. Maybe we reversed roles to try on eachothers shoes, but the stilettos just didn't fit.
You will always be your own book. Never a chapter yet never my life.
You will never truly be gone; always lurking, watching, saving and hoping.
I will always lock my door when you leave and yell to you from the bottom of the stairs because you can't hear the chain on the door and claim you won't sleep otherwise.
You will always be petrified that I will be hurt, scarred, or broken. Made indiffrent and jaded once more by this world. And he will always give me the space to smell the roses and marvel in summer sunshine. I was your rose in a glass case, how far did the Beast make it? To him, I am just me. Silly, immoral, brave, little and endearing me.
I will love the both of you. DIFFRENTLY. For the rest of my life. But I know that my piece of pie will always be smaller because sugar doesn't make u stronger.
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