I Used To Be A Child. It

Charisma Will Sustain A Relationship Only In The Way That Strong Coffee First Thing In The Morning Will Sustain A Career.

It's Like The Smell Of Burned Toast. You Made The Toast. You Looked Forward To It. You Even Enjoyed Making It, But It Burned. What Were You Doing? Was It Your Fault? It Doesn't Matter Anymore. You Open The Window, But Only The Very Top Layer Of The Smell Goes Away. The Rest Remains Around You. It's The Walls. You Leave The Room, But It's On Your Clothes. You Change Your Clothes, But It's In Your Hair. It's On The Thin Skin On The Tops Of Your Hand. And In The Morning, It's Still There.

I Used To Be A Child. It Came Naturally To Me. I Was An Adult For A Time, Too. That Came Less Naturally.

You Would Love The Way He Sees You. He Uses You As A Weapon Against Himself And Not Merely Because You Did

He Sits In His Car At Traffic Lights On His Way Out Sometimes And Tries To Estimate How Many Times He Has Sat Here, Waiting At These Traffic Lights On His Way Somewhere Without You, Hoping To Meet Someone With The Capacity To Consign You To An Anecdote, To Be Eventually Confused With Others