zebrasindenver

Every time i am with you i want to leave you,

every time i think i know you i don’t,

every time i meet you i meet someone i dislike,

every time i meet you i meet someone i love,

i hate meeting you as i hate you,

i love you, i do, wholly, i kill you and i inspire you to kill.

love and killing.

Death and company is milk and honey.

Toi, who i love more than you know, i miss you so when i leave,

and when i leave i long just for your feel,

no woman can match you, no man could be stronger,

you are my one true love of six years,

my wife,

my love,

my everything and my grey,

ma ville, ma belle ville.

Montréal, comme je t’aime, comme je te ne quitte pas jamais,

toujours la plus belle femme du monde, sale et gris,

mon amour,

Ma montréal, je t’aime.

God you are a mess, a broken flower a shattered vase,

akin to desperation and a little need,

but you are beautiful and crass and hurting,

and i can see your path,

i am no poet,

just one who has unwillingly lived beyond his years,

with a history of love, pain and passion surpassing despair,

i want to hold you and let you cry into me,

as i could take your pain and wanting,

i mean, this is my role as shepard for the weak no?

Going somewhere i have been before,

with someone i never have,

with thoughts i have had

with having never been.

with, this someone.