August 2011
10 posts
Attempting to envision a world where you don’t exist. Unfathomable. Trying to be patient with myself & experience this completely. Unintelligible. Reinstating a realm where my craving for your love, battered in passion, and deep fried in lust as my daily cuisine no longer exists. Unlikely.
My carnal desires are written in a notebook with only your name on it. In your arms I feel at...
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inergetik:
Mental trips frequently taken to where ever you are… I would do the most.. to you.. Night or day… Bright stars, flashing lights, thunder storms… Rain drops, wet lips… hunger. Lips biting, nails scratching, resolve slipping. Who’s going to lose it first? I’m starving. You’re thirsty. Satisfaction…
Harder to breathe
You know that feeling you get whenever you wear a necktie or a scarf? That “get me through this as fast as possible so I can take this off” feeling? That’s how I feel right now. Get me through this grieving and mind-numbing pain as fast as possible so that I can breathe again. The longer I sit here in this place and have to retell the story of my godfather’s death, I feel a bit more of my...
Magnificent Asshole
HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!!! As a friend I should be able to express a concern I have about our friendship with out you getting defensive. That is unless you’re dead ass wrong in a situation. It’s not like I’m overreacting. I’ve taken moments to myself, I’ve done the deep breathing count to ten woosah moments to bring me back to center and you… You keep on poking,...
Early morning struggle
Lying here listening to music. A preemptive strike. Attempting to calm my spirit & quiet my nerves before I attack the emotional day that awaits me head on. The past 60 days have melted into one lengthy feature film. My shining moments, moments of despair, an everything that falls in between have been projected on that big screen for all to see. All too recently I stopped caring about your...
The Nerve of You
I will not allow you to upset nor anger me in this time of bereavement. This isn’t about you, sir, it’s about me. Sometimes I jus need you to be my friend and not make my situations About u & what others have done in the past. I’m not most people; I’m me. I hoped you would know that after all these years but that’s my fault for thinking you were different when u r...
