So I’ve been reading a lot lately…
You are my Dulcinea. Statues pay tribute to you in Spain, but I can’t give you that. Just this “hopeless and unrequited love” that never seems to go away. Just a girl from the country, whom I see rarely see and never really speak to. I’d give anything to even have just a photograph of the shadow of your profile. It’s insane how attracted to you I am. I’ve gone at length describing your hands to strangers. I’m always wound around your perfectly slender fingers, and you know it.
And our hero in that tale, Alan Quatermain, put it nicely…”As elephant hunters know, dried grass shows which way the wind has set.”
And what the fuck, David Byrne, why the hell not? Plenty of gems from this song, but these stand out…
This compass points in two directions
And North and South are both the same
I love you and I love my son. The way I feel when I see the two of you together, no one can take that from me and I am the only person that can feel it.
I still don’t know you so much, but I still get small new bits here and there. I have never been able to explain it fully. I saw something…I still do. I just know I’ve always wanted you, only you, only for me. But you don’t want that, won’t even agree to just not have anyone else even if we’re not together. You have my heart god dammit and I really don’t want to give my body to anyone else.
Anyway, you can go snickering away now and make fun of this cheesy pathetic drivel with Cary. Maybe post it up in the girls locker room.
I said I wasn’t going to say anything more than a few quotes from books. Always say too much. Stopping before I start reading the “Letters from Psychotic Men” website and delete the whole thing.
I’m covered in scratches, bruises and bite marks.