A woman of uneasy virtue
taking her chances when she can
sits on the edge of the bed
explaining her scars to another stupid man
who will never understand
–Syd Straw
I reach a point periodically when it’s just too difficult to stay open emotionally. it’s like the cat sitting at the slider looking like it wants in but you stand there and it just looks at you. then you shut the door and it claws at the screen… open the door again and it just looks at you. god. fine, just stay out. and I should want another cat?