Not the only one at war

mixed signals you're giving off

interrupt all the tiny frequencies

that exist between us and you know

just as well as I do that we aren't the only

ones who see it --- though they call us lovebirds

i feel like the only love i have for anything is

simply for the idea that everything but being

alone is for the birds. i'd rather be by myself 

if I can't have you honestly or at all.

i'll mix another drink and try to ignore

all of your signals flashing across my night sky

Reviews

[Thaddius]

Powerful. I'm impressed with the honesty, the imagination and follow through of the language (also the restraint), words like frequencies and signals. I love how the little colloquialism sets your imagination off - I'm the exact same way. This part "I feel like the only love I have for anything is simply for the idea that everything but being alone is for the birds": it's wordy, but I can't in good conscience tell you to change it, because the wordiness illuminates the rhythm of thinking in an artful way. You could cut out the 'I feel', say 'My only love is for the idea that everything but being alone is for the birds'.

The meaning is a little vague, but again, I'm that way too and I dig it. It's a bit cryptic.... do you mean that the isolation you feel in the relationship doesn't suit it, and also that (from the next part) that you would rather experience that isolation in full without the torture of the mixed signals? The fact that you love the idea seems almost like sadism, or is it infatuation with an ideology of a total pledge? The part 'everything but being alone is for the birds' has that double entendre, the ideology about the lovebirds and also the scorn of some rotting piece of meat gnawed away at by a crow.

[Juliet]

If they had intended to be a meaningful and loving part of my life they didn't need to hide behind all of these doubts and insecurities. "I'm not ready to trust another woman with my heart again" yet "I really care about you and you have so many qualities that I find attractive in a woman" it's the back and forth. Yes, i prefer the ideology of a total pledge or nothing at all. That may seem selfish, but the masochistic game I've played over and over leaves more wounds than I have time or emotional resource to heal. I'd rather have never seen their face than see it when I sleep, when I'm awake, all hours of my day. It's hard to imagine how my life would have been without it, yet, sometimes I wish I could.

[Lyn Anderson]

I find this intriguing. As to form, it is a great free flowing thought. As to subject, love not on solid footing, slipping, but still outwardly fine ...

[Juliet]

it certainly isn't what it was, but that was months ago and now i just play herr doctor to a male sylvia plath with an inadequacy complex and an unstable psyche ten miles high. who ever said caring was easy is a liar, but so love goes. thank you.

[joey]

just show him the oven...

[Juliet]

the oven? what oven?

[joey]

Sylvia plath commits suicide sticking her head in an oven... if he has that much plath within... its the only way

[Juliet]

I'd forgotten all about that. >.< silly me.

I don't want anyone to die though. he'd never get it. doesn't realize what he is. he'd simply be offended at my insisting he stick his head in an oven.

[joey]

just say you had mixed signals....:P