shetheadventurer
Just when I'm close enough I think I've
reached it
got there
obtained the checkpoint that translates into rest
but then I fall back to start
back to the beginning of this quest I gun so hard for
only to watch other people succeed
when they weren't even trying
It was a fine work of mothering, really. She was angry, but the anger dissipated and she was so rational. Trying to cow me into revealing all, little did she know I was vulnerable but still devious. I still kept my secrets, even though she kept my flask.
You said, when I first met you, that you had been assigned summer reading. "I'm reading the bible." you said, and I wished you luck.
Now I wait by my mailbox, I wait for your letter, I hope it is long and says lots, and contains a bracelet of your handiwork. in rainbow colours.
My first kiss was with a guy with tousled hair. I think that might have even been the reason I kissed him, because I just wanted to run my hands through it. I can't remember how it felt though, all I remember is the feeling of his lips on mine, and the weakness in my knees.
I remember coming home, and playing piano for the first time in
five weeks
I had cried when I had come to sit in my room.
Then, playing, I felt as if I would never be sad again.
Hell is a place I want you to go. I want you both to go, there.
and I will smile sweetly as you make your descent, and finally you'll realize that you missed your queue,
one time too many.
Am I spiteful?
Maybe.
Unkind?
Perhaps.
This passive-agressive stance is the only one I can take in face of your cruelty.
In my work I meander and in my free time I'm lazy and this life isn't efficient and all of the time I've been gifted is squandered or must of it anyway
I am constantly comparing myself to others. On paper, online, in life.
And I need to stop, because every day I feel it eat away at me a little more and a little more.
I don't want to become nothing.
My small range of dance moves leads me to this, but it is okay because tonight, everything is ridiculous. So I plug my nose with my fingers and shimmy downward, my free hand waving like seaweed. And you, smiling, join me.
Everything is green in my fantasies, the grass is rich and lush.
You wrap your arm around my waist, so soft it makes me blush.
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