it's tantrums, then flowers at the
door.
call me names, then call me yours.
i'll disappear, you'll never see me again.
call my bluff, go pull me right in.
i'm terrified but i want to see this through. what would it be
like to runaway with you?
i couldn't make it poetic or ornate
i was simply at a loss.
when the words failed me, the image of
stańczyk came to mind. but alas he was invited to the
party. so it wasn't enough, wasn't the
same. I'm
experiencing a different kind of
pain.