Not sure where we stand, things seem much more positive than they did a day or so ago, but still, I am hesitant… my heart is in my mouth and I am so very afraid to let go and let you in because you seem like the type that I have been warned about before; […]
It wasn’t like sugar, more like the sting of hot, rancid onion-pepper. My lips cracked against your own, and I felt you drain the life from my very own mouth. Painful passion pranced across our joined lips, and my soul hemorrhaged the love we once shared, forcing it to spew out in the saliva that […]
I decided to forget you, take our short-lived time and our out-of-balance memories and shove them out out of my mind, out of my life. I decided to forget you, and how you made me feel. Your yo-yo of great proportions and your decidedly unsure stance provided a stone path for me, and this decision. […]
It’s strange, this feeling… these feelings that are burning within, from an unknown point, a genesis unfamiliar. You aren’t supposed to paint my insides like this, like you can see clear right through to my depths, my unknowns that I have sought to hide for eons and ages. I thought you were half-knocking, and I […]
with the same velvet voice that caressed my mind so gently in the quiet blue night, and filled the paranoid corners of my soul with the taste of a feeling long dead, he broke the cracked thread of trust that had glassily formed in my heart
The playbook was written eons ago, actions determined before my birth, evolving over time with situations into this new age capsule that holds no promises of a joint tomorrow, nor any hope for fairy dust and tales
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