product of desperation the nubbiest of veils she wears she wants to mingle in her revere of the living dead that particular portion of space where pitiful attempt is made at guarding them prisoners sublime swiftly cajoling them into these pews of pretentious bliss she is the only blind who sees in the depths of [...]
i don’t know when it started, why it started, who started it…but we often found ourselves “playing” lovers. she insulted me, downright made me look like a fool in front of others. it hurt. yet, she made up for it. in bed, we became partners. i hated how she humiliated me and played the “mature” [...]
i don’t recall the very first time. i wish i did. maybe i’d know why i grow attached so easily to so many, why every single person i come across has to matter. wanting, reaching out, being overwhelmed, hearing “you’re scary” (or WORSE) then losing ppl to the world. if never nurtured it doesn’t grow, [...]
she breaths, she walks, she sometimes talks, she burns inside it shows, it grows, by mere luck it doesn’t explode but still eats her alive they know, she knows, it’s wrong there’s never a place to hide she moves, they move, she moves with them then they move on their own and she always stays [...]
i am feeling so alone. wishing i had her arms wrapped around me. little kisses in my forehead. her cheeks caressing my face. her lips slowly moving toward my own. her tongue demanding access. me denying it (teasing) then parting for her welcome intrusion. hands caressing my back, then holding my arms firm, posessively, letting [...]
