Exhaustion

"There's no such thing as love dear; only friendship and sex; that's how it should be." Myself.

The title says it all. All I need is my run, my nap, my man. It's funny that all I have is a mountain full of homework to look forward to; yet I still manage to write a not so cute little poem in Miller last night. I will live in Miller again tonight, and spend my weekend sleeping and doing nothing else. (except studying and study abroad applications and anthro reading; gah- a girl never wins).

Darling, I need your comfort and love to get me through the day...
I write poetry when I need you;
I watch cars dashing by hoping they'd bring me your spirit.
So strong and stoic- I let the wind take away the smoke from your cigarette;
I'm a particle of ash; you're a part of my poison; let me flow away with it.
For I needed the smoke to rupture every wall that's stood so firmly the way you built it...
Darling, sometimes I only want to hear the heart beat.
I write poetry when I need you;
When I yearn for the warmth of your passion; for the heat of my pain;
for the avoidance of emptiness to let the silence flow away with the poetry of...
Different places, different faces, and situations, and times...
Same cars dashing by carrying nothing but zombies
Same cars dashing by draining my spirit in.
And I never fight it because I need the thick skin...
But I miss allowing for your warmth to penetrate...
So the ice that weathers my eyes
penetrates and turns to poison in my cortex...
Because I bare all and let the cycle take advantage...
Darling, I need your comfort and love to get me through the day.