If everyone had moved on, there wouldn't be random arguments, fits of rage, or me needing someone to coax me to sleep.

Nobody has moved anywhere.

It figures I wouldn't be more than a sympathetic overlay to other men. I've become a system, and a code. And pretty soon, I'll be too hard to crack.  I think it takes talent to sit down and erase the letters from my name and skin. I think it takes more to number me like some sort of cattle. Then again, I'm glad I'm not A1. I'm glad I haven't ( Read more... )

Can't you see that it's just raining,
There ain't no need to go outside.

I've been... Thinking. I think that is the word I should like to describe it with at this point. Thinking. About You amongst other things. About the move and school, and what will happen in a year much less in seven months. Those sorts of things. I guess you could call that ( Read more... )

It feels like one of those lay back-and-stare-at-nothing kind of days. Yes, you're all that I've ever desired. Although, I am leaving around 11 or so to go grab my friends C and Sora from their house two towns over, to take them to lunch and shopping. I really don't even think I should be leaving the house, or spending my money. The house is a mess ( Read more... )

They always get to me.

Not in the emotional sense that I'm going to be uber happy or uber  sad.
It's just a day for me to breathe. (I realize that I've said uber twice. Uber uber uber.)

I swear, there isn't anything that could bring me down right now.
Get to see my love soon.
I get plenty of hours of work for the next couple of weeks.
I swear.
No.
I ( Read more... )

I've been staring at the ceiling, listening to the same CD since 10 last night.
I'm pretty sure I've heard and memorized every track on this CD.
They are all so Ironic, about love or what have it.
And I've been sitting here stoic.
What is love.
I've a square imprint on my cheek, and a poem I didn't write laying on my bed. 
I distinctively remember ( Read more... )

I've only just realized I've spent the last twenty four hours a) yelling at some one b) pissed at some one, c) worrying about my health/sleeping, or (my new personal favourite) d) staring contently down at a small square ring currently placed on the centre finger of my hand. My package came swiftly into my own little  grubby hands around 8:20-ish ( Read more... )

Walking, trotting, padding along in soft, small steps.
Feeble steps.
Gripping the corners of what should be a door frame and my chest heaves me forward in an unbalanced step.
My breasts lay under thin fabric, moving, swaying.
They do nothing but burden me.
Not enough for Pleasure, Too much for Balance.
I am bra-less, and they hang morbidly to ( Read more... )

He just won't let it be.

His sixteen sides are throwing me for a loop. We talked about it, we worked it out right..? No.  If you won't give her up for me, it's not worth it, and I'm done. Honestly, with everything he's been doing so far, I'm beginning to wonder if it is worth it. I've always had this nag, nag, nag since the day the shit hit the fan ( Read more... )

My mother came to my door just moments before. I got up, anticipating getting away from the computer, away from the bitching, and the ranting. Away. She came to check on my medicines for my Reaction, I told her I was fine, and walked down the hall to grab a bottle of water. I fell. I walked two steps out of my room, and fell, to my knees, and ( Read more... )