Anything at all. I have scandalized. It’s great!
I wish Marissa were in town. I would love to hear her laughing at me
for my first non-fictional infatuation. Her height makes me feel
protective. I noticed it yesterday wtih Chelsea and Dominique. Standing
a head above them created a feeling I know from being with her. Like I
should spread my black wings and infold them. Safety inside the cloak
of my mans walk.
the language of relationships needs a kick of italian
I feel like burning a bridge today to go along with my undone buttons.
I talked to Bill for an hour after getting home. Why does my sorrow
feel so good? There’s a bittercoffee taste, but it’s he who hates
himself. I only am left with old, familiar hurts that I’m learning to
expect. Neglect ever and after. These grains of rice collected on the
kings chessboard aren’t drowning me anymore.
At least I know the last name of this one. Laughable, really, the
thirty year rule. Where is my mind that I could think such a thing?
This is your fault, my darling girl. And then continue. Ah well – play
gentleman and I’ll still respect you in the morning, but don’t expect
me to kiss you. I’m drifting too much and knowing finally what I don’t
need. You know I thought about it. You know I’ll come when you invite
me back.
Same game, different players. This should be a pay-per-view television show with someone sexier as me. I’ve missed this. The Dance.
a word for those friends that are as close as lovers, perhaps more
loved than they – a word for those fools that you will play with yet do
not care for – a word for thinging – a word for um-friends
– a word for those in between spaces that do not exist in storybooks