Put your hand over the flame again- This time It won’t get burned. -Insanity I’ve only had one start to finish better day since I have been in Ohio than today. That day was the day that I met you. Since then, I have been, at your beck and call. And you know that you … Continue reading The Statue of Liberty
Mr. Debonair looks good in the light and on paper he does everything right So he’s not the guy for me Obviously Upon closer inspection, it’s hard not to see That he’s annoyed with every imperfection I bring Mr. Monster is the most beautiful thing I ever did see and on paper he’s the ideal conduit … Continue reading To Each Her Own
I never thought that I would miss your lying ass but I do a little bit. I miss going places with you and acting a complete ass and getting totally trashed and somehow knowing that I would make it home safely because of you. I miss the fact that you don’t mind being a freak … Continue reading Ruminated Rubbish
I hope that you never know what it feels like to not truly matter to anyone- At the moment I’m just throwing shit at the wall to see what sticks- Nothing does. I need a category for comfort Commit to one. Label me. I’m fine with nothing. Nothing is familiar. Say, you’re nothing to me. … Continue reading Empty Junk Drawer at a landfill near Yellow Springs
He’s one of those lion cubs taught while he was very young to never become an indebted one Its sweet that at only twenty three He thinks that he can ever pull the wool over me I know that he doesn’t want freedom or he wouldn’t let me drink his cum or his cute coat wouldn’t be … Continue reading Tippy Top
Nothing was scarier than that one time, on a 35 degree incline, driving atop icy layers sans sun, just flurried snow right outside of Grand Junction, in case you wanted to know, except that one time, I’ll never forget, nothing more frightening than that, one time that my ex husband ran our car directly into … Continue reading Roller Coaster Hurl
I invite him to dinner at 5 AM 5:01 AM It has nothing to do with him in particular, but everything to do with my own personal patterns of self-destruction. See, what happens is as soon as I lock eyes on a target, the wheels start churning and before I know it, I have a … Continue reading Crazy Pants in a Tennis Skirt
