“Adults are terribly confused, messed up people. That’s because they forget, really, that they don’t have to pretend all the time. Really, the fact is that you’re not an adult at all - you’re just a tall child holding a beer, having conversations you don’t understand.”—Dylan Moran
The gutter may profess its love, then follow it with hesitation. But there are just so many of you out there for rent. A stronger girl would shake this off in flight and never give it more than a frowning hour, but you have let your heart decide. Loss has conquered you. You’ve won one too many fights, wearing many hats every time, but you won’t win here tonight. You’ve made it through the direst of straights of alright. Can you help it if plain love now seems less interesting? You haven’t changed an ounce in my eyes and I cannot lecture you. And does anything I say seem relevant at all? You’ve been at the helm since you were just five, while I cannot claim to be more than a passenger. But you’ve won one too many fights, wearing all of your clothes at the same time. Let the good times end tonight. Oh girl, sail her, don’t sink her this time. Just a moment or two from now, not a mind will retain even a trace of the thoughts that I struggled to tell and how our stack of cards just fell. So, settle this for once and for all, the light no longer shows the cracks around my door and I have no lantern to light your way home tonight. You are not some saint who’s above giving someone a stroll through the flowers. You’ve got so much more to dream of. Oh girl, sail her, don’t sink her this time.
“He was not my boyfriend. On the other hand, he wasn’t just a friend either. Instead, our relationship was elastic, stretching between those two extremes depending on who else was around, how much either of us had to drink, and other varying factors. This was exactly what I wanted, as commitments had never really been my thing. And it wasn’t like it was hard, either. The only trick was never giving more than you were willing to lose.”—