transient feelins...or not.

it is truly a sad day when your emotions are perfectly captured by the latest beyonce song. lol.
broken hearted girl came on the radio on the drive home and i damn near cried
the last line of the refrain is a killer
...i know i'll be there at the end of the day

isn't that what's most upsetting?
not whatever trifling thing the guy did
not that you cried or felt shitty about it
but the fact that deep, deep down
you don't even want to let go

even if there was a pill that could erase your memory
or a guaranteed no-more-drama cloak
those pills would stay in the medicine cabinet.
that cloak would hang in the closet. untouched.

i read a blog one time about women always staying in self-destructive relationships.
or that women have this superman complex (save-a-hoe as well), always tryna change a man!

i don't think it's that. i think...what we felt an ounce of
that ever elusive L-O-V-E
and it was enough of a high to keep searching, keep pressing, hoping, praying

...scratching, shaking
for a hit.

damnnnn damn damn