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She stared at me, wobbling just a little bit. I looked past her at the clock on the wall. It was almost five in the morning, and here we were lying in bed together. She was drunk and I wasn't; she was looking for romance and I really wasn't. "I'm so cold! You're soooo warm," She whispered as unseductively as possible. Before I could tell her to get ( Read more... ) -
The Vestal Virgin
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Fresh New Eyes
Sometimes I feel like I look, but can't see ( Read more... ) -
Mors Pudoris
Her eyes searched mine, looking for what she would not see.
I could not pull away from her, but she was not holding me.
I wanted her, all of her, but I knew I never could. I knew I never would...
We both knew how this would end, but she never ran away.
She was always there, right there, waiting for me to snatch her up again.
I would not.
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My head in the clouds
I watched the raindrops fall from the sky, which looked rather sooty to me. The drops that did not want to free fall into the ground clung to my window, only to slowly but steadily crawl towards the same ground. The sight normally induced a sort of somber, meditative state, but today I was viewing from eyes that were not quite my own. I reached for ( Read more... ) -
My Heart Pumps Rage
My heart was accelerating so fast I couldn't see it. Instead of gliding up the hill, I skyrocketed into the storm.
Screams pierce my throat; its like breathing isn't enough. My mind slinks back into which I am, a savage beast killing for peace.
My blood is boiling, as if to say, do not let us be shed. My hands are shaking, as if they know I won't ( Read more... ) -
Questioning Desperation
Who invented the word clingy? Was it someone who suffered from the disposition themselves, who felt that "clinging" was the best way to describe their love for someone else? Or was it someone facing a rough patch in their relationship, and felt like they were clinging on to the false hope that things would get better? I think both definitions suit ( Read more... ) -
Love and Influence.
I always thought I was the selfish lover. I claimed you as mine before you even called me 'friend'. You never bound yourself with words, but I always 'knew' you felt the same. And there you were, caressing me with your eyes and seducing me with your words and poisoning me with your lips. You told me staying alone was better for me; but was it ( Read more... )