Yelsnik
Don't tell me to show you how I feel
I love you in every way
Your face against mine, the small upturn of your lips;
Is all I can show you
To show you how I love you.
For a while I thought I was in a downward spiral. I was making all the wrong decisions and I couldn't seem to stop myself. I figured it was okay, though, as long as it didn't go on for too long. So I let it pass, eventually seeing the error of my ways with enough clarity to truly want to change.
I don't confide in anyone, really. I do, but never fully. I had a therapist for two years and never fully confided to her all of my secrets. Or rather, just my one big secret. No one will ever know that one.
Oh gosh oh gosh
Disect
It's says it's not a word
I wonder how many other people wrote that
Dissect
That's it
You're missing an S
Wow.
I love spontaneity. It keeps life interesting, loving, exciting. I always find myself with spontaneous boyfriends and girlfriends; I cannot stay away from them. I am incredible attracted to someone who can always keep me on my toes, who says "I'll let you know," and who jump at the chance to go on random and exciting mini-vacations.
This word baffles me. This word is what eventually takes everyone's life.
I'm not native anywhere... anywhere I go I'm always a bit of an outsider. People don't ever get to know everything about me. There's always a sheet of glass separating us; I can see everything I could offer of myself, everything they could offer me; but I refuse to break through it.
When you kiss me I feel like I am all light. I think I shrink into a small little ball of light, a small little ray attached to your mouth and wrapping my light around your body. This is all there is, for anyone who has ever had the pleasure to know it.
Fuck. everything in my life has come back to sentiment lately. I miss her, but i hate that she misses her, too. I can't dance with her because of sentiment. I can't watch certain movies with her. it all goes back to her eventually. All of the sentiment. I fucking hate sentiment sometimes; though I'd like to be the only one who utilizes it in the whole world.
I think of a fireman, "fire" arm I think of as any extension of myself. Do I exude any kind of fire, I wonder? Any kind of passion that burns through any extension of myself?