I got it all

I didn’t want you, I wanted my father.

I didn’t need you, I needed my brother.

I didn’t love you, I love my mother.

Instead I got you: a distant, unreachable lover.

 

Passion robbed me of my treasures:

my focus, my sanity, my leisures.

Yet again, I was an addict

hooked hard on your pleasure.

Mmm, I can still feel it,

that toxic, ecstatic pressure.

Oh my, that pleasure, that pleasure…

 

The rays of sun on snowy hills,

the shadows of the waves in streams.

The images of spring float by,

winter froze our hearts, we said good bye.

 

I had to learn what it’s like,

what all the love songs cry about.

Now my heart is left to wonder

why my mind’s already over

the fact I opened a door

and you shut it straight through the wall.

 

I didn’t want you, I wanted my father.

I didn’t need you, I needed my brother.

I didn’t love you, I love my mother.


But in the end I’ve got me, 
and I care for her like no other!

.

Ralph Gibson, 2008

Photo by Ralph Gibson (2008)

 

 

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