monster kid

"love is such a monster kid, and power is addictive."  don’t ask me any more questions about the open road, the one that looks ideal in the dark, the nights your landlady gave me bad advice and cried about her husband’s mistress.  that’s the day i realized maybe my faith in love was cracking.  or was it one year ago this weekend, the first time i allowed you inside my body, trembling between black sheets?  so many months of hurt left me rocking here, in the lamplight with snow outside the window; words coursing, pouring and alighting on the screen, no more promises.  i told you i would never promise you anything, these are the things we know not to do and the things we know we will regret.