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Lucie posted an update: 1 year, 10 months ago
Lust. I don’t know if that’s what you’d call this. In fact, I’m sure it’s not. At least, not on my side. You lusted after me that night, came over after hours to ”watch a movie”. But that’s not what happened. You tried to kiss me. And maybe it seems like nothing to you, because you’ve probably kissed lots of girls, and more than that even. Prettier girls with softer lips and eyes that told stories. But mine must tell stories too, they must. And I said, I like you but I don’t know you and you can’t kiss someone if you don’t know them. It all comes down to that I guess, and maybe I can’t let it go because I regret saying no. But at the same time I know that I would have regretted saying yes, that things would probably have escalated into something I wasn’t ready for. I probably wasn’t ready for that even. I want to talk to you so badly, because sometimes I think you’re the male version of me, -ish. But I’m still so scared of fucking things up that I can’t, can’t speak true words. Why is it so easy to write all of this out, for an audience that I’ll never know, but I can’t even tell you that I think I might be able to love you?
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Lucie wrote about the word lust 1 year, 10 months ago
Lust. I don’t know if that’s what you’d call this. In fact, I’m sure it’s not. At least, not on my side. You lusted after me that night, came over after hours to “watch a movie”. But that’s not what happened. You tried to kiss me. And maybe it seems like nothing to you, because [...]
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Lucie wrote about the word booth 1 year, 12 months ago
Your arms wound around me and it was the first time that had ever happened. for once, I felt loved, needed, cared for. But then the things swiftly moved from maybe in like to something more? I thought you liked me, but I was naive. Why do I still think of this? Why?
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Lucie wrote about the word domestic 1 year, 12 months ago
Tiled floors and sudsy buckets filled with sudsy soap and filthy rags. I clean your floors, day after day, on my hands and knees. That’s where you like a woman, isn’t it? Down on her knees for whatever task you may deign. But my knees have been rubbed raw, bleeding torn flesh barely covers the [...]
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Lucie wrote about the word mole 2 years ago
Moles dot my skin up and down my arms, little brown planets. What if on each of my moles, there really was a little universe. Or what if my moles made up constellations, macrocosm and microcosm? The macrocosm is the universe, the microcosm is us. Wouldn’t that be interesting, to know that all the constellations [...]
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Lucie wrote about the word bones 2 years ago
falling faster swift and white crunch crunch sucking marrow swiftly through open teeth slurping past the blood and brokenness where do we go from here? did that mean anything, anything at all….bones on bones and bones in bones grow into me I want someone to grow into me but how do we do that is [...]
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active 7 months, 1 week ago
Lust. I don’t know if that’s what you’d call this. In fact, I’m sure it’s not. At least, not on my side. You lusted after me that night, came over after hours to “watch a movie”. But that’s not what happened. You tried to kiss me. And maybe it seems like nothing to you, because you’ve probably kissed lots of girls, and more than that even. Prettier girls with softer lips and eyes that told stories. But mine must tell stories too, they must. And I said, I like you but I don’t know you and you can’t kiss someone if you don’t know them. It all comes down to that I guess, and maybe I can’t let it go because I regret saying no. But at the same time I know that I would have regretted saying yes, that things would probably have escalated into something I wasn’t ready for. I probably wasn’t ready for that even. I want to talk to you so badly, because sometimes I think you’re the male version of me, -ish. But I’m still so scared of fucking things up that I can’t, can’t speak true words. Why is it so easy to write all of this out, for an audience that I’ll never know, but I can’t even tell you that I think I might be able to love you? View
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It’s easier to write here because here he won’t find you. Let him find you if you really think he’ll understand. Not advice, just a thought.