i wish you loved me not you, too what is so bad with saying “love”? it isn’t what you say, it’s how you say it. love’s not ownership. it is a song, a thunderstorm, a breeze. it’s not a thing at all. but still i wish you loved me yes, you do
It is nothing to be proud of So often We build our heroes From the clay of pervasive opinion And the water provided us daily by The shifting fluid of popular thought Ungenuine and ugly Creatures of our own devising Never stepping far enough away To see the monstrosities We have wrought For what they … Continue reading "Clay Monsters"