So let me get this straight

Say now you love me all along
What made you hesitate
To tell me in words what you really feel
I can see it in your eyes
You mean all of what you say
I remember so long ago
See, I felt the same way

This began as a message to a "friend". But some of it seemed appropriate for a blog. So there ya go.


Friday.
Katie's stepfather's funeral.
I have to drive to Mankato at 8:00 to my sister's place.

Saturday.
We wake up at 7:00 am to drive to Aberdeen, SD. We stop in Brookings on the way, to pick up my cousin. My family is having an open house for my grandmother. She turns 70 tomorrow.

Sunday.
More driving. This time back to the cities.

Monday.
I leave work early. I feel very sick to my stomach. I can't stop sweating.

Tuesday.
My stomach feels fine, but I wake up with chest pains and a headache. I still can't stop sweating. Around 2:30 I go to work. I'm already way behind.



I haven't had a normal day for well over a week. I used to enjoy not having a schedule. Now I just want to slip back into my routine.

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade,

And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all.
And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide,
Lying awake at night.

I can not participate in a holiday such as this. All over America guys are spending a lot of money so that they will get laid at the end of the night. We may as well rename it. "Your One Night of Legal Prostitution." Sex is not, in any way or any situation, a gift. I will expand on this in a later blog.

Don't even try and tell me that it is about love. We don't need an arbitrary day set aside to express our love to one another. If you truly love her, you'll surprise her with something special because its Tues and you couldn't stop thinking about her; not because its Feb 14th. If you honestly loved him, you would greet him with a kiss because you knew he had a long day at work, not because its Valentines Day.



to be continued . . .

There's an angel by your hospital bed

Desperate to hear his name on your breath
As he looks down you're not making a sound
Open your eyes look at me
I'll bring to you whatever you need
And I'll tell you I'm sorry
That I can't take this pain away from you
And I'd put it on my own body if I knew how to
Can't you see?

I've gotta bust you outta here somehow
I've never seen your heart this tired
I've never seen your spirit held down
I know that you say
This is what you get
For being a bad child
But I know this will be your reward
In just a little while
In just a little while

Its testing the strong ones
Scarring the beautiful ones
It's holding the loved ones
One last time

I'm not sure which is worse.

Now knowing what you are looking for, or having found it, but knowing you can't have it.