& i make myself marquise de merteuil
again & again & again
or think i might be angry enough for her shoes

really it is that i just wish for her armor
because even as she is disfigured
she's durable enough to survive

(not weak enough to love)

& i will require your strong but coquettish tone
again & again & again
until you tire of my persistent admiration

really it is that i am the vicomte de valmont
because he refused to admit his love
and he was strong enough to shoot

(but weak enough to love)

11/19/2005

Author's Note: this book is a continued metaphor for my relationships. I've always liked to make myself the Marquise, but it turns out I'd just like to be her. she stays strong, at least outwardly, throughout the whole book, but the Vicomte comes to realize how sentimental he really is. I like think I'm the tough one, but I'm not. it turns out that most of the time... I'm not.

Posted on 11/20/2005
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