Charles Baudelaire, Flowers of Evil, (1857)
I no longer feel the need to avoid Tumblr. I don’t feel the need to need. I’m on to much better things now. Peace.
This fucking show
The evidence is all over the wall and scattered.
Every speck and splotch is a testament
to all the ways I never mattered,
of your longing’s hidden intent,
to all the secret kinks of which I lack,
to the way you follow blindly,
Shall I never look back?
How in the heart the feeling was fake (though I was treated kindly)?
At the ways in which I was betrayed?
For who’s existence I would replace,
Who’s presence formerly delayed,
Back to who’s footsteps she would trace?
This is a dumb thing, quickly and poorly done for a sweetie. I was inspired by Peachy Prince, of course.
"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage." (Lao Tzu)
I got myself a notion,
One I know that you’ll understand.
We’ll set the world in motion,
By reaching out for each others hand.