Maybe That's What Everybody Does
This was supposed to be yours for some deep personal profound reason, I think, but fuck it, I come to put these words here and maybe use it too, not just to leave messages for you, but to write for me as I do most everywhere else, as if 100+ other blogs are not enough. I just don't know were else to put this and even if it doesn't belong here, it's here for now. I don't know what they saw in me. There were three. Not the three I wanted, alas, but there were three who loved me. Three who loved me even after I walked away from them. Three who would have done anything for me. Three who would have taken me back. Three devoted. Three in love. I don't know what they saw in me that inspired the feeling. The waiting. The passion. The devotion. There was one I felt that way for. One who got in the way of all three. One who still haunts me on some deep level, even though I don't know if I would want to be with her today. One who was my addiction. When in doubt about my wo