pebbletaffyrocker
All the things I had been able to get over in just a short amount of time... it doesn't really seem that I ever really moved on from them. There are still a lot of memories that move me to tears, just remembering how they had made me feel in those times. But I guess the same goes for you too, huh? And that's why it's not something you are eager to revisit, to give me answers to a past you'd like to pretend never happened (or would you? It's hard to tell sometimes). Well, I won't push you any longer, I suppose...
It's what I had known for a long time before I could become anything else. It was an entire existence, and almost instantaneously it changed and entered a world I didn't realize would carry so much perversion. A three-dimensional person, multi-faceted, to those I most wanted to be away from. I didn't choose that.
the only way she could thrust it out of her mind was to continue jogging. maybe later she would do a few leg curls. bench press, too, if those guidos ever decided to relocate. ah, the thought crawls back from the darkness, again. she picked up the pace, as if her troubles were expelled through each bead of sweat running down her warm temples.
they say: fame. picket fence, suit job, wife and 2.5 children. BA, MA, PhD, BS. being considered better than everyone else. popularity. solid gold toliets. private: island, jet, theatre, parties, yacht. security.
i say: finding love in people and in what you do.
Plentifully prepped. Packed prudently. Processing passes. Play "probable," "possible," "perhaps" practically. Ponder. Please proceed.
A Woman Who Knows What She Wants
Duty calls in them,
head over them for you, pet.
Right at yours, always.
Red and silky. Gold fringes lit like flames. Her brown hair swayed across her back, wispy, wild. Tight 'round her neck, but loose 'round her waist, her dark flags trailed behind her and beckoned me. I'd pledge my life to that.
Questions of the past, revisited whenever you brush against me. Should I have said something earlier? Was my appeal too late to catch your fleeting interests? Did I even matter in the first place? I would scarf down my lunch from sheer nerves, bite my nails, nibble at my pencil, run my fingers through my tangled curls and sit, patiently. How patient could I continue to be, I'd ask myself.
Now I know.
Sick. Cockblocker to my ambition. It is my dream to ditch this popsicle stand and get somewhere, go west. All you need to do is pay my one-way flight ticket outta here, asshole.
They sat. Part of her wanted to squirm away. Another part liked the weight of his head on her shoulder and the warmth of his hands on hers. Who else would love her like he did? No one, she sighed defeatedly. The only thing she could do was grab these scattered affections whenever she could, even if she couldn't give anything in return.
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