Long haired boys w/o ambitions

The problem is not the stove.
The problem is not getting burned.
The problem is you not realizing how you got burned.
The problem is you not drawing the conclusion that touching the hot stove repeatedly is what caused the burn.
So the day you hover over the stove
You’re halfway there…
Your hand waving just high above the flame enough
that you can feel the heat from it and recall
what happens next is painful every time
I know this because I have done this before
I know this because in every case, I always get hurt
And then you protect yourself this time
By pulling your hand away from the danger.

You are enlightened now,
You know better now,
You’ve experienced and now you have applied what you have learned.

So the problem is not your beautiful boyfriend with eyelashes so long that they look like black wings.
The problem is not the fact that you have to break up with the most amazing man you’ve slept with so far.
The problem is you not realizing that a breakup would ensue in this pairing, because although you both love rock and roll and his hair, he produces nothing other than the weakness in your knees.
The problem is you not drawing the conclusion that you are picking the same partner characteristics in every beau, regardless of  how cool his intimate Star Wars knowledge and dead on impressions are,  and that you are trying to solve an inner issue with an outward entanglement and not knowing that it will ultimately fail because you can’t groom a grown man to grow up. Even if his kisses make you see stars.
So the day another one of the same ones who can recite every word of Fight Club asks you for your hand
You’re halfway there….
If you keep your hand waving just high above his offer of matching tattoo rings ( because he cannot afford jewelry) long enough
that you can feel the desperation from it and recall
what happens next is painful every time
I know this because I have done this before
I know this because in every case, I always get hurt
And then you can protect yourself this time
By politely declining the offer with compassion and walking away with both of your dignities in tact.

You are enlightened now,
You know better now,
So as you stare at the wind blowing his hair over the bus stop sign that he is sitting next to and you start panting with excitement , the question becomes… why the fuck haven’t you learned shit yet?

onr

 

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