On the one hand, you have these people, so close, so tightly knit, and what they see and know of you is the bastard, the integral, the sharpened edges, and the spikes and fire. But they know there's something else, under there, too. Some magic land, guarded by the poisnous oleanders (I've been reading Shirley Jackson, today). When you let them in, of your own accord, they know you, they see you, soft and squishy... The two truths are there, not conflicting.
But when it cracks, and shows through, you've failed? You've somehow let them down, not being hard, when they need you to be? There are sharpened edges in the deepest velvety folds of anyone. It's the threat of dentata that lures, that ffrightens, that sends shivers... Intoxicating and revolting.
Being vulnerable is creepy, to me. I feel like i want you to see that i'm human, and soft, and can be hurt, but i never, Ever want you to know how. But i want you to know how, but not why. Why, but please don't do it to me, or i'll fucking rip your eyes out, piss in the sockets, and tell blind orphans it's the blood of the Christ. Don't you fucking Dare hurt me.
But understand that i can be hurt.
Vulnerability is strange, to me.
I'm for bed. If i see you, in the morning, it will be by chanced design.
Dream Well
But when it cracks, and shows through, you've failed? You've somehow let them down, not being hard, when they need you to be? There are sharpened edges in the deepest velvety folds of anyone. It's the threat of dentata that lures, that ffrightens, that sends shivers... Intoxicating and revolting.
Being vulnerable is creepy, to me. I feel like i want you to see that i'm human, and soft, and can be hurt, but i never, Ever want you to know how. But i want you to know how, but not why. Why, but please don't do it to me, or i'll fucking rip your eyes out, piss in the sockets, and tell blind orphans it's the blood of the Christ. Don't you fucking Dare hurt me.
But understand that i can be hurt.
Vulnerability is strange, to me.
I'm for bed. If i see you, in the morning, it will be by chanced design.
Dream Well
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Date: 2005-05-25 03:23 am (UTC)Anyway that was my 2 cents.
Rosie
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Date: 2005-05-26 02:30 am (UTC)Rosie
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