Poem: Imperfect, Love.

Not as good as I wanted, but oh well...

The goal of a poem a week begins now. This was last week's poem...or something. :)


Imperfect, Love.

My teeth shine yellow in the sunshine
like somebody's pissed in my snow
but we kiss just as well as anybody who wants to
I've got this problem with my skin
and when I shake my head
there's a winter wonderland at my feet
and that's OK
we still stroke each other's hair
like we're combing for moonbeams
I've got the breath of the Devil
and an angel's halo around my shirt collar
sometimes, only sometimes
but we take each other as we come
because we're in love,
warts and all, baby,
warts and all.

Out of Everything Bad

Hey there, all...

Lately, I've been talking to a few people who are relentlessly negative. I won't go into the details of anything, but these people have just been a general drain on my energy and esteem, until last night I just kind of snapped out of myself and went "Why on Earth are you doing this? You *know* you don't have to." So, I think backing off is definitely called for.

However, I did learn a bit more about a few unpleasant behaviors that I have and should probably work on. I don't generally talk about sexual stuff here, mainly because I have a tendency not to be too terribly open with stuff like that, but one of these days (maybe this week if I'm feeling up to it) I'll have to explain.

Anyway, I have this complex. Simply put, I see someone who's having problems or being generally unhappy, and I almost immediately want to try and help them make themselves happy. Often, this does not mean giving them what they want immediately. And because I don't give these people what they want when they want it, the help I *am* offering is almost always summarily rejected. This quite often pisses me off, but this time around I don't even feel angry. I kind of expected it, after a fashion. People who don't want to be helped will always resent the offer, I suppose, and there's not much you can do about that. I just need to be better about reserving 'advice' and 'help', especially since my brand of help may not be what's best for someone at the moment.

Anywho, I'm tired. I think I'll write a little bit then turn in for bed.