Love Story - by Tijuana Lady He is on the outside I am drawn to him Chain-smoking and uninterested So I can't concentrate on the Exhibition I am making to draw attention I sense some feeling I want him I illustrate my tales to enchant him I make the bitter truth attractive I listen, bathing in his glory I adapt myself to understand I am falling...I'm not... I can't love him...I can't. His eyes light up at the sight of me I see what is coming Please...     ...don't... No, don't say it. Please...     No The exterior falls away I am naked My skin is shed I am me now, the beauty has gone I twitch nervously, childishly in front of him Begging him silently to love this I try to cover up Be the person he loves I look at my huge, ugly frame Hide me. Hide my ugliness I heard what I had longed to hear But said to the ugliness, the truth Not to the beauty, the mask, the lie The hate emanates from his body He is longing for the beauty, For the person he loved so But is now presented with this I try to make amends But my guise has gone I cannot live to see his sadness At having to love me anymore I love him. For him I will die... I can die She is in the middle High on her pedestal I drag on another cigarette And look away She is beautiful My adoration is invisible But I want her She opens up, and I listen And I enjoy her I talk, she enjoys More than nodding appropriately I sense her understanding She is the one I know this beauty loves me We were meant to be I won't listen to my inhibitions I love her, I'm sure I cross the bridge... I love you She is different Her nakedness repulses me What have I done? I can't look at the truth Her big pathetic eyes plead with me Love me, they say...Love me Her jokes do not amuse, they annoy Her ramblings are insane, not cute Her scars were symbols of strength and depth Now they are ugly. She is ugly. I can't deny her now I said what she had never before been told I can't be the bastard, I must go along with it I know she feels the hate A silent hatred...a fake love affair A flood of anger and relief The lifeless mound of ugliness next to me If it weren't dead already I might be tempted to shake it to death This ugly, self-pitying creature Made me love the dream Now I am in love with the beauty That nobody could compare to I can never love My heart belongs with the Lie My commitment was to the Truth Never again do I have to wake up With this vile bitch lying next to me Wallowing in all her bitterness Knowing that she is not worthy of love I am back on the outside of the circle The middle is empty I drag on another ciggerette and look away Nobody looks at me I am alone. comment on this article e-mail this to a friend start a discussion [about i-drive] Problems? Questions? Suggestions? Contact me: mail@tobyslater.com back to top back to contribute section back to home page

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