please don't profess your love. those words don't belong here. just remember - they are words, over billions of words are spoken each day; the meaning is diminished more each second. it is just body talk. the language said and expelled by this mouth, these fingers, my skin.. has no justification to exist in the "world".
and you: do cover me in dirt. let my hands dig into the soil as you tear me away from the only strength i claim to possess. i love these little nails having dirt under their tips.
i. the right to possession is? yours if none other claims first or the object disagrees with due right.
i disagree. you disagree. we are confused. and none of you seem able to talk about situations. a pattern emerges and who is the winner? "need there be a winner?" you ask blindly questioning my astute intelligence once again.
please tower above my weakness, defy my right as a human being.
anger doesnt cover it. silence comes close. a bitter treat more worthy than a well behaved child.
i wish you used words as well as you understood them.
im sure loving isnt as hard as they all make out. simple rules to follow, only not everyone seems to have studied that book. that is where the confusion lies.
((Fuck You)) Loud and Clear.
***
The story of a woman with years on me, dancing with myself in a two year prelude. Now follows the suit of progression, but the progression is a slow moving car, which has actually stopped. I love, I loved, therefore I am, I be, I do.
Sign off without another explanation and ignore my question as i carry on talking. No i didnt do everything right. I don't think i can. but don't hold that against me forever.
We are as confused as each other.
Roll on Feb 12th.
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It is difficult to believe I don't fight with anyone. Jus B when she gets a cob on. And my mother when she takes offence and a strop...:: funny story, yes ilove your heart even with its mixed up ways miss avril lavigne girl.
Poppet: I miss your friendship. There is no one else who gets me like you.
LadyBoi: (....)
**
I am sad today, as ever. dalipidatingly tormented by the constant fear of being alone.
and you: do cover me in dirt. let my hands dig into the soil as you tear me away from the only strength i claim to possess. i love these little nails having dirt under their tips.
i. the right to possession is? yours if none other claims first or the object disagrees with due right.
i disagree. you disagree. we are confused. and none of you seem able to talk about situations. a pattern emerges and who is the winner? "need there be a winner?" you ask blindly questioning my astute intelligence once again.
please tower above my weakness, defy my right as a human being.
anger doesnt cover it. silence comes close. a bitter treat more worthy than a well behaved child.
i wish you used words as well as you understood them.
im sure loving isnt as hard as they all make out. simple rules to follow, only not everyone seems to have studied that book. that is where the confusion lies.
((Fuck You)) Loud and Clear.
***
The story of a woman with years on me, dancing with myself in a two year prelude. Now follows the suit of progression, but the progression is a slow moving car, which has actually stopped. I love, I loved, therefore I am, I be, I do.
Sign off without another explanation and ignore my question as i carry on talking. No i didnt do everything right. I don't think i can. but don't hold that against me forever.
We are as confused as each other.
Roll on Feb 12th.
***
It is difficult to believe I don't fight with anyone. Jus B when she gets a cob on. And my mother when she takes offence and a strop...:: funny story, yes ilove your heart even with its mixed up ways miss avril lavigne girl.
Poppet: I miss your friendship. There is no one else who gets me like you.
LadyBoi: (....)
**
I am sad today, as ever. dalipidatingly tormented by the constant fear of being alone.
I feel like my heart might crack and ooze a little. You are so sad. No, not quite sad, but accepting. You have buried your sadness too deep to be seen. But little do you know that when you bury it like that, hide it way down...it starts to come through your pores. The way you walk. The cynical way you tilt your voice.
The way you love with abandon, but beat yourself for it.
I will always be here for you. I will not come and go. I love you with frightening intensity. And I can't turn away.
You have buried yourself in me...
You seep through my pores...♥
XOXO
~JAx