� defeat should smell like expensive perfume, if you ask me. � 2009-10-31 � 10:36 p.m. �
He's feels defeated... and he's sad.
I'm angry... almost too angry to be sympathetic or empathetic or whatever it is I'm suppose to be by contract of our vows.
There's a strange distance... a silence that is only broken if we're cooing over the only light we both see lately.
I can count on one hand the number of reasons this is unfair to him... but I'm not sure there are enough fingers in the country to count the ways it's unfair to me.... to count the sacrifices I've made and the ones I'll keep making until sometime 2011.
It fucking sucks that I have to pay for something that had nothing do to with me... and I get nothing for it.
Not even a dog.
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