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Fifteen minutes away feels like more than ten thousand waves. The ocean has salt, so do my tears And the reasons you ask? Your fear, am I not sincere? My anger, your pain. Your embrace, of which I yearn to taste. This is hard, and I'm having trouble being brave. Twenty more minutes, then I'll turn the lights out. Twenty more minutes, until I close you out of my mind. For reasons I don't like. Like my strife, I hope it cuts like a knife You're reluctant,  it makes me wonder if I serve a purpose. Makes me wonder if it's just bullshit you're feeding me. Eight more shots, a little more lime. Dim the lights a little more, move him p

"intoxicated kisses" how can i escape this what went wrong i had my gaurd up the whole time my self-control should have been enough throwing me away pushing me aside i feel so sick to my stomach inside i just dont know what to do i feel so helpless and your contributing to my dying inside a secreat we can no longer hide but im so desperate denial may be somthing we should try i feel so lost i miss you im sorry i never ment to hurt you my intentions wernt so cold but you only see one side of the story their are peices to it we kept confinded because it would hurt to much but at least you'd understand why how can i escape

I'm tired.    Come, let's take a nap. You're not?   Then I'll lay my head in your lap. Your fingers-- fit so well with mine. Our fingers-- begin to intertwine. My body-- beauty that it is; My body-- pressed up against his. I'm tired.     Come, let's take a nap. Your eyes closed, your hair against my back. Your skin is-- smooth as can be. Our skin is-- no one else can see. My lovely-- beauty that she is; My lovely-- pressed against me like this. I'm tired.  Please take me in your arms. She's not here.  What can be the harm?

I'm telling a story. It's not interesting. It's about you though. I laugh. I laugh at the memories, followed slowly by a sigh. I hope this isn't a permanent feeling. I feel kind of upset right now. There was so much more to be between us. From the first time we went out, I thought I loved you. And I have no fucking clue why. I mean, it was not a relationship worthy of love at all. But I was so goddamn upset when it was over. I missed you. I didn't even KISS you for God's sake! But, damn I felt alone when it was all over. Then I had a second chance. Granted, this chance was the most unexpected thing ever. I mean, so much time had passed. We

To the one that I have lost. I know that I have lost your love, if it ever existed, your camaraderie, your smile.  I know this fact well, and it doesn't hurt me.  I feel no pain.  I never existed, you never existed, Eve never bit into the apple, there are only two of us, still, man and woman, making love missionary, like God intended, in the Garden of Eden. A cherubim flew over me, hovered and then spit into my face leaving a mark on my forehead, that triumph I might, will never disappear.  I might get plastic surgery, graft it away but, it will stay… maybe a nose job too.  I saw you, through the haze of ignorance.  I saw you, your face glo