True Love by Judith Viorist

True love
Judith Viorist

It is true love because

I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day

Even when there's no one here but him,

And because

I do not resent watching the Green Bay Packers
Even though I am philosophically opposed to football,

And because

When he is late for dinner and I know he must be eithe having an affair or lying dead in the middle of the street,

I always hope he's dead.

It's true love because

If he said quit drinking martinis but I kept drinking them and the next morning I couldn't get out of bed,

He wouldn't tell me he told me,

And because

He is willing to wear unironed undershorts

Out of respect for the fact that I am philosophically opposed to
ironing,

And because

If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose
one of us to save,

He says he'd save me.

It's true love because

When he went to San Fransisco on business while I had to stay
home with the painters and exterminator and the baby who
was getting chicken pox,

He understood why I hated him,

And because

When I said playing the stock market was juvenile and irresponsible
and then the stock I wouldn't let him buy went up twenty-six points,

I understood why he hated me,

And because

Despite cigarette cough, tooth decay, acid indigestion, dandruff, and
other features of married life that tend to dampen the fires of passion,

We still feel something

We can call

True love.

Things I want you to know

I want to be with you
But staying is too much

It hurts to go
But I must move on

I want to love you
But forgetting is better

It hurts to cry
But it's best for us.

Counter suicidal thoughts

There are really things that matters.
Don't jump.
If you think you are done, you are wrong.
Won't you prove it to me if you are right?
Let's bet.
If you are right, I'll jump for you.

There are people who care.
Or else I won't be here.

Don't listen to that voice inside you.
Don't succumb to that feeling devouring you.
Don't go on with what your heart is telling you.

Take my hand.

I know there are things that I shouldn't say.

I know there things I shouldn't even know.

I know.

But you should know, sometimes

I have to say what I have to say.

And I don't choose to know what I know.

So I smile like there's nothing wrong.

Missing...

What really is this?

That makes my day slower?
That makes me sour?

It was sweet until you go away...

Love comes with a price..

Le Mur Blanc

Whites over whites

How do we know there are so much whites?

Ivory, cream, ash, bone, sheet, lace, cotton, ghost, smoke...

Whites over whites...

How do we know there are so much whites?

Choice

I choose the road paved with bad intention, cos it will lead me to heaven.