oh, it's what you do to me

I am such a sucker for heartbreak. I love the tragedy and angst of thwarted love. I'm in love with passionate, doomed, star-crossed love. It doesn't help that I am jaded and cynical when it comes to romantic relationships. But I really do *want* to believe. At least mostly. Sometimes.

I like romantic comedies.

A few months ago I decided not to like ballads because they were so full of drivel. I think it was right around the height of popularity for Snow Patrol's Changing Cars and Hinder's Lips of an Angel. They were both so ridiculous that I revolted. It all sounds pretty but I am not laying on a dirty street, and I definitely refuse to condone cheating! I've stuck to my guns only, well ...

well, now I find myself totally falling in love with the sweetest little acoustic ballad I've heard in a while. I wish I had an mp3 to share. The Plain White T's, Hey There Delilah. I love it. It makes me weepy and I want to close my eyes and just sit and listen to it.

*facepalm*

I have just lost so much street cred.


Sonnet XXIX by Edna St.Vincent Millay

Pity me not because the light of day
At close of day no longer walks the sky;
Pity me not for beauties passed away
From field and thicket as the year goes by;
Pity me not the waning of the moon,
Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea,
Nor that a man's desire is hushed so soon,
And you no longer look with love on me.
This have I known always: Love is no more
Than the wide blossom that the wind assails,
Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore,
Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales:
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at every turn.