Well honey, you can't come around here and show a man the elephants in the room. You just can't. It's not how you play. You can't tell a man about his insecurities, can't not laugh at his jokes and strip him of his defenses. It takes years to learn to put up appearances and fit in. You just can't barge in and bring him down to ground. All the empires, blue blazers, dimes, the fights, they should mean something.
I mean i don't tell you that you are under appreciated, unloved, lonely with a man, you have no direction in life, you are scared of what lies beyond, your lissome postures fail to hide the tears shed alone and your stupid idiosyncrasies.Many other things, girl, but i am not angry at you. I just want you to know that we are no secrets.
But most of all girl, i will never tell you that how beautiful, how perfect you are. I have certain powers over you and you have certain powers over me. I have mastered languages only to express emotions. But honey when you support yourself against the counter and kick off your shoes and look at me. Words fail me and i am defeated through all my years.
For you, you are a goddamned riot, the fever. And no we ain't born typical.
THE KILLS - U R A Fever by domino
PS : This story has to come in as post script. Though it's longer than original post but fuck the rules, right? Elder earlier tonight was telling me that women are way more stronger than men. In his precise words, "men are sissies." Well i don't love him only for his ability to throw in old poetry in conversations, his stint in army, traveling half the world, his volunteer work in small towns and small countries and his half a dozen of medical degrees. Since he is an immaculately dressed gynecologist, so one should take his word about women without a single question. But i had come to that conclusion years ago. Once upon a time, i was but a shy and a poor boy in a small town. The pull over i wore to school was torn at its V-neck as a friend of mine plunged at something in my breast pocket. Since i couldn't buy a new one, my mother sew it, somewhat terribly. The line of the rip was easily visible. I was terribly embarrassed about it. But i wore it every day in winters. One day as i was ascending the stairs to my class room, the girl i fancied stopped me and without making eye contact and in the most unconcerned voice asked me what happened to my jersey. She was from a far richer family than mine. I blushed immediately, i thought, she will make fun of me. Or is she really that stupid that she can't understand that i am too poor to buy a new one. I told her that it was torn and i will buy a new one in a matter of day or two. She told me she liked it a lot as it is very individual and i should continue wearing it. She was the first girl i fell in love with. We were 15 at the time and had the whole rebellious teenage thing going, we rarely hung out in school. I never even kissed her or held her hands. To be honest, we could hardly even spell the word 'relationship' or 'love'. However, I wore that jersey entire winters like a fuckin' medal. I haven't spoken to her for 8 years, nor i know where is she and i don't have any intention to find her. So yea, let me assure you since then i know what is like to have a woman at one's side as a lover or as a friend. I don't do friends with girls anymore though.
I mean i don't tell you that you are under appreciated, unloved, lonely with a man, you have no direction in life, you are scared of what lies beyond, your lissome postures fail to hide the tears shed alone and your stupid idiosyncrasies.Many other things, girl, but i am not angry at you. I just want you to know that we are no secrets.
But most of all girl, i will never tell you that how beautiful, how perfect you are. I have certain powers over you and you have certain powers over me. I have mastered languages only to express emotions. But honey when you support yourself against the counter and kick off your shoes and look at me. Words fail me and i am defeated through all my years.
For you, you are a goddamned riot, the fever. And no we ain't born typical.
THE KILLS - U R A Fever by domino
PS : This story has to come in as post script. Though it's longer than original post but fuck the rules, right? Elder earlier tonight was telling me that women are way more stronger than men. In his precise words, "men are sissies." Well i don't love him only for his ability to throw in old poetry in conversations, his stint in army, traveling half the world, his volunteer work in small towns and small countries and his half a dozen of medical degrees. Since he is an immaculately dressed gynecologist, so one should take his word about women without a single question. But i had come to that conclusion years ago. Once upon a time, i was but a shy and a poor boy in a small town. The pull over i wore to school was torn at its V-neck as a friend of mine plunged at something in my breast pocket. Since i couldn't buy a new one, my mother sew it, somewhat terribly. The line of the rip was easily visible. I was terribly embarrassed about it. But i wore it every day in winters. One day as i was ascending the stairs to my class room, the girl i fancied stopped me and without making eye contact and in the most unconcerned voice asked me what happened to my jersey. She was from a far richer family than mine. I blushed immediately, i thought, she will make fun of me. Or is she really that stupid that she can't understand that i am too poor to buy a new one. I told her that it was torn and i will buy a new one in a matter of day or two. She told me she liked it a lot as it is very individual and i should continue wearing it. She was the first girl i fell in love with. We were 15 at the time and had the whole rebellious teenage thing going, we rarely hung out in school. I never even kissed her or held her hands. To be honest, we could hardly even spell the word 'relationship' or 'love'. However, I wore that jersey entire winters like a fuckin' medal. I haven't spoken to her for 8 years, nor i know where is she and i don't have any intention to find her. So yea, let me assure you since then i know what is like to have a woman at one's side as a lover or as a friend. I don't do friends with girls anymore though.
Yay I love this. Not because I'm a woman and all. Just because it's so niceeee.
ReplyDeleteNur dude, i am already spoiled. You are piling on. But thank you, i like to get spoiled.
ReplyDeletenothing wrong with a little spoiling now and then.
ReplyDeleteMy brain came up with a new word. It's called Reticop. Dreamed of this training program where you fight with other people, and learn new skills etc but in Reticop, you get to have a fighting round with the opponent of your choice.
ReplyDeleteThat's pretty badass. I like this dream.
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