Well up.Yellow scarves and frenzied rain.Well up.
A driver drives too close to the curb, and dirt and mud sprays up in my face,
Teasing me.
Taunting me.
You wanna go? You wanna fight?
Volatile tension rises up in my chest. I can feel my throat close up.
Then the defeat sinks in
and I feel uselessly emotional.
I stare up so that I do not leak emotion.
A bird fly's by.
I wipe the mud off best I can,
and I keep walking.
Poison.He sits beside me and I try not to smell the air surrounding him. I try not to imaginePoison.
the frame of his shoulders and the muscles in his back. I try not to let my eyes trail off to drift along his chest his legs study his face his....
I don't concentrate on his
every move. I try not to listen to the words he's speaking and acknowledge them. [Oh God please don't
laugh at his jokes.]
I stay still as a rock smooth as a stone in the water. Lest I give away everything I'm trying so hard not to think a
Eve-rything we wanted.Everything is crashing in at once. I'm panicking and I'm scared. I'm sad and I don't like who I am. And is that so wrong for me to say? So what, I think I'm fucked up. Yes, I'm afraid of the dark and monsters. So what if I get paranoid about how deep I canEve-rything we wanted.
[or, more to the point, can't] breath. Okay, so maybe I am crying a lot lately. And maybe I am especially in need of a hand to hold or an arm to wrap myself in. So what?
Maybe this is a day with a dose of extra bad. Maybe this is a week with a dose of extra bad. Maybe Karma is
Stick to the plan.Today I cried. I cried like I don't usually cry. normally, I sit there, staring,Stick to the plan.
and I don't move as my eyes leak.
Today I cried face down and I didn't move. I didn't let my boyfriend see my tears even as he tried to turn me around.
Today I cried as though I could not stop I was not sobbing
but I started thinking of other things other than why I was sad, and I continued to cry.
I smiled and my eyes released their tears relentlessly.
Today I lied straight to his face. And he bel
Black is the colour of my true loves heart.
I don't know where this came from, but I think I want to call you "Sausage".
I won't call you Sausage though, that's a little too.. Sausagey for my taste.
maybe that's because I really like Sausage.
go ahead and call me that if you want.
or we can think of a combination of things, and called me "platter 1" like at a resteraunt.
that is all.
I've seen Sausage touch your lip-tips before.
Maybe we should just start our own cult.
The Sausagists?
Treelope, you can be all the platters in the world but the kitchen isn't big enough to fit your load.
All that there is to all who am.
Have you really? when? i don't remember.
We should DEF start our own cult. The sausagists sounds fantastic. will our god be sausage?
"all that there is to all who am."
that was beautiful.
We feel that every deviant deserves at least one constructive comment, and there's too many out there receiving less than 5, so... yeah.
--
" why do i keep holding the hand of the person who's hand is just holding me down?"
--
~^Nobody, not even the rain has such small hands^~
Previous Page12345...Next Page