Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Ridiculous Beyond Repair
I despise myself, how much I love you. You hold my heart, and perhaps you already know it, though I suspect you don’t.
I love you, though I know we could never work out. I love you, though I know you’re worth so much more than me. I love you, though I’m ridiculous beyond repair.
I despise myself for this love because I’ve made my fantasy to become my reality. Reality, that cold blanket, but at least it’s a blanket. Fantasy, a cocoon of rainbow butterfly whispers, just as soft and just as worthless.
Yet here I go again, longing to feel the tug of your hand on mine. Perhaps a slap on my ass and your teeth raking my throat as well, if I’m honest. Which I rarely am with myself these days. Pathetic. Ridiculously pathetic.
I sigh every day, my chin resting on my palm, wishing I was Her. That one with whom you would spend the rest of your days with. Nah. Instead, I’m fairly positive I will live out my days in utter and absolute love, awash with flushed cheeks and wishful thinking.
Maybe tomorrow we won’t talk. Maybe tomorrow you’ll say you’ve had enough. I keep telling myself to walk away. Problem is: I’ve never met anyone like you before.
You’re special and unique. Gorgeous inside and out. Intelligent. Witty. Deep, deep, deep. No nonsense and drama-free. Sexy as hell. And most days I feel like you get me.
God damn, how I love the shit out of you. I want you in my life for the rest of my days. I don’t want to waste another day without you. I’m impractical and ridiculous, I know. But. I love you. And I despise myself for it.
tara caribou | ©2018
16 Comments on “Ridiculous Beyond Repair”
Raw Earth Ink 
This touched a special place deep within my heart. Absolutely lovely
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Thank you, dear Spirit. That makes me smile.
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What would you have me do?
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This was honest. Honest on a level that honest needs to be, actually, but I know it couldn’tve been easy to bare your heart like this – even though vulnerable, the courage it takes to go there is just mind-bending.
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I will be honest, I was not fully awake when I wrote this. I vaguely recall the screen… I was essentially out of it. So I was just as surprised as you when I woke up and read it, I guess you could say. Thank you for your kindness.
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Well, for what it’s worth, that wasn’t me being kind – that was me making an observation 🙂 It shows that this has way WAAAAY less barriers.
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I swear I shouldn’t be allowed to post unless awake and sober lol – there should be some way to test it.
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Well, if you are not comfortable with being this open, maybe you should just save them as drafts? 🙂
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Oh I’m comfortable…. it’s just… I feel like I’m reading someone else’s words sometimes because I can’t relate to having actually written it… and I read it and think, “yeah! that’s it exactly—- wait.. oh yeah. I wrote it, duh…”
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Oh yeah, I know how that goes. The “Wait, what the hell is this!?”
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You did a great job putting into words what a lot of people can relate to. That ability is one of the many things I like about you.
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Thank you River. That’s a great compliment.
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You’re welcome.
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What can I say except Shit?
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Good story. Good writing. Very good. Cheers.
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Thank you! I really appreciate that. (And happy holidays to you and your family!)
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