Since it's Valentines, the most middle schoolish of all holidays, let's regress to middle school. I didn't act like a middle schooler while I was one, so I feel I earn this little moment of angst. To everyone who ever said they loved me, and were lying through their teeth and actions, to everyone who ever was supposed to protect me, to everyone who tried to wreck my family, to everyone who didn't believe me, a little middle school pop for you. For everyone who is my valentine (you know who you are.... and if you are questioning whether you are or not, you probably are) this is for you. A little heartbreak, a little passion.
Tonight I have a date with Mrs. Ault. We are going to have tea and catch up. She's one of my "other mothers" and a good friend to boot. We figured Valentines was as good as any time. Makes me happy.
Lately, as I get older, sometimes being here brings a rage I wouldn't let myself feel when I was younger. Vindication comes from God, vengence belongs to God, but my rage I give to my poetry and the rock and roll as a prayer.
And I leave you with the lyrics to my favorite Distillers song:
Another year has passed and I'm alright
I lick the salt from my wounds and run into the night
Well it's unknown
Why collusion goes on
It rapes like betrayal
And I am rotting in the squalor of some
Do you remember the rage?
I remember the hate
I remember that it rained for years
And the blood had left a stain
hey!
You say I got karma to collect
I dig my grave
And I'm here waiting for some kind of check
And if I get one, I'll hold my breath
I rack my spine
It takes a year for you to warrant a test
As the years go by I won't cry
It's the year you walked into my life
I will despise
We are the revenants
Whoa, we will rise up from the dead
We become the living
We've come back to reclaim our stolen breath
[Repeat 5x]
Another year has passed and I'm alright
I lick the salt from my wounds and run into the night
Run into the night
Run into the night
Run into the night
Run into the night
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