Still Life With Woodpecker. I love this.

Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as it's accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make' and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.

We waste time looking for the perfect lover instead of creating the perfect love. Wouldn't that be the way to make love stay?

Picket Fences

Struggling. Let me go. Set me free. Disgust in dysfunction. Discarded. Junkyard. Broken pieces. Pieces of me. Pieces of you. He's an addict. He's neurotic. He's sick. He's an asshole. He's insecure. He's conceited. He won't see. He's weak. He left me for her. He wandered off with a bottle. He won't go away. He left me on the kitchen counter like yesterday's news. He took his life. I can't breathe. Unavailable. Untouchable. Tired of being ignored. I'm suffocating. I am fragile. I can't feel anymore. Trapped in this cesspool. Smearing picket fences with shit.