She simply couldn’t have.

She shared my passion for music, infatuation with meaningful lyrics. There’s so much I can’t listen to now… so many words we shared, so many cuts running far too deep. She said she loved me, but she left; she couldn’t have meant it. I wish I wasn’t so fucked up.

Today’s not a good day. And if the Weakerthans play this song on Friday night, the weekend doesn’t look good from here.

The Weakerthans – Sounds Familiar

“We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest. Shedding skin faster than skin can grow, and armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives: words, to meet and to define and to… but you must know the same games that we played in dirt, in dusty school yards has found a higher pitch and broader scale than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last, and one must bruise and one must fail. And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window, so we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole, and rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too.

The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether. Pushed towards tired forms of self immolation that seemed so original. I must, we must never stop watching the sky with our hands in our pockets, stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut. Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows, and my voice will scratch to yell many more, but before I spill the things I mean to hide away, or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment, I’ll drown the urge for permanence and certainty; crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement.”

2 Responses to “She simply couldn’t have.”
  1. Likalia says:

    Can I offer *hugs*? Sounds like you could use them…

  2. Slava says:

    Damn the weekend of the 17th can’t come fast enough, can’t wait to see you!
    That song was beautiful, btw, are you going to actually see the Weakerthans play this week?

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    My name is Bobby.

    I write about random things a lot. I write a lot about random things.

    I write occasionally for Smashing Magazine and the London Community News online, and weekly for Interrobang, the student voice newspaper at Fanshawe College in London, Ontario.

    I've also been published by the Canadian University Press.
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