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Thursday, February 26, 2009

They Say It's Your Birthday...Killing Me Softly...


A few thoughts.
Yes, today is my fucking birthday.
I try not to dwell on it.
But then I get something like this
picture...in my email...
and I just have to fucking smile.
Trixie?
I hope you don't mind that I am
posting this pic...
I FUCKING LOVE IT.
And I fucking LOVE you.
Thank You
You have made my fucking day.
Outside of Robert...
I cannot think of anything
that I want for my birthday.
Isn't that sad?
And wanting Robert...
I'm not gonna get all
fucked up sexy and shit...
and talk about 'doing' him
or bullshit like that.
Not that I...
Well, let's not fucking go there...OK?
Wait.
I can think of something I want...
My sanity.
I think I have lost my mind
somewhere on this trip with
my Robsession.
Surely it's not right...
feeling this way about someone
that I don't even fucking know.
Will never know.
But, oh sweet Jesus...
How I do want to know him...
Anyfuckingway.
There has been a song...
that seems to go through my head...
A whole fucking lot.
It just is Robert to me...
Or maybe its how Robert
makes me feel.
So Happy Fucking Birthday.
Here are the lyrics...
that break my fucking black heart.
A lot of fucking today, yes?
It's that kind of day.
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him and listen for awhile
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes...
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song...
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud
I pray that he would finish
But he just kept right on...
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song...
He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me as if I was not there
And he just kept on singing,
Singing clear and strong...
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song.
Bye for now

2 comments:

Trixie said...

Darling Rose...

Do I mind if you post the CO Rob pic? Hell, I'm HONORED!

I'm glad he made your day. I wish I could give the real Rob to you, but CO Rob will have to do!

And the song... JFKMN!!! I never really read the words before (yeah, I'm loserY).

LOVE you BFT!!!
Trix

Ellie said...

Oh, Rose, Happy Birthday, sweetheart!!!

(So glad Rob could make it for your birthday...long flight from Japan, and all. )
xoxoxo

Ellie

priceless, Trixie!!!