weak belly fire your love makes me weak I have not the strength to look at your past loves nor to think of my life before you I read back on my old journals, my old insights, and I am weak with shame I feel shameful for the inadequacies of my past for the stupid blathes I've written about people and experiences that now hold no meaning I am weak with fear that you would read here and think me a maniac you would read them and think they mattered when in truth they never did my love for you makes me weak none can compare to you 031216 ... nom i spent the week in bed painting 060327 what's it to you? who go blather from