ANDROMEDA Flashcards
I had to burn the last letter I wrote you.
It was cruel, but there was something luminous about its violence. It would have hurt you.
It was cruel, but there was something luminous about its violence. It would have hurt you.
That’s why I burned it. I didn’t want to hurt you.
That’s why I burned it. I didn’t want to hurt you.
I just wanted you to know that I was capable of harming you back.
I just wanted you to know that I was capable of harming you back.
That I could harness my pain to use the exact words that would hurt you most. Like you did to me.
That I could harness my pain to use the exact words that would hurt you most. Like you did to me.
The difference is that I didn’t do it.
The difference is that I didn’t do it.
The difference is, even as I thought about doing it, all I really wanted was to hug you and make you feel better…
The difference is, even as I thought about doing it, all I really wanted was to hug you and make you feel better…
Yesterday was another luminous day.
Yesterday was another luminous day.
I put on my dress. My ‘go-find-you-when-I-can’t-find-you’ dress. And I walked the streets you’ve walked…or will walk.
I put on my dress. My ‘go-find-you-when-I-can’t-find-you’ dress. And I walked the streets you’ve walked…or will walk.
Every now and then, I’d think it was a funny sort of miracle I never found you. And I walked like I was sharing a secret you’ll never know.
Every now and then, I’d think it was a funny sort of miracle I never found you. And I walked like I was sharing a secret you’ll never know.
But what if it’s true? What if you don’t care where I walk?
But what if it’s true? What if you don’t care where I walk>?
What if you don’t care whether or not I’m alive or dead? What act of love is the appropriate response to that?
What if you don’t care whether or not I’m alive or dead? What act of love is the appropriate response to that?
What love is it, that keeps on loving someone who doesn’t care whether or not you even exist?
What love is it, that keeps on loving someone who doesn’t care whether or not you even exist?
That’s what I asked myself yesterday, as I searched for you.
The way you search for a street you don’t know, in a city you’ve never been in.
That’s what I asked myself yesterday, as I searched for you.
The way you search for a street you don’t know, in a city you’ve never been in.
A man came up to me. A young man. And he said, “Can I tell you something?”.
A man came up to me. A young man. And he said, “Can I tell you something?”.
“Yes”, I said. “You’re so beautiful.”