There was a man of wax crying in the middle of the dark room. A single overhead light beamed above him and as he turned his head the tears glistening around his right eye were revealed. As he sang a devout ballad of love lost I was left staring at this reality, and the moist damp skin beneath his eyes. As I stared deeper into the wet skin I saw a ( Read more... )

I'm walking through the clouds
When you're looking at me
I'm feeling like a child
Vulnerability
I am shaking like a leaf if you move beside me
And you're all that I see
But it's no good for me

eeeep! I miss crushes!

I remember the long strand of striped shining golden hair that was mine. It was lightly resting on his frail, hunched shoulder as he raised himself laboriously from my inverted bed sunk in the middle with the weight of our heavy hung over bodies. Nothing had happened that night. Nothing had ever happened any of the nights that he slept in my bed. ( Read more... )

So while one is confessing his bisexuality...the other is breaking his leg ( Read more... )

Besides lying sick in bed and having to sleep over because I was too drunk to walk home ( Read more... )

I'm becoming a lesbian. All the men, well boys, I've ever been interested in...thank you ( Read more... )

She was anxiously aiming to keep us apart, squirming her diminutive body between us and behind. And in a way I felt powerless to it all, the control was not mine, but lay in the hands of a girl I knew I could not undermine. She was calm, collected, and a closet basket case, dependent on the acquaintance of a man. But I, I would never have done the ( Read more... )

My last final of my sophomore year takes place tomorrow at 8 am. There is not a television in our apartment anymore and the Youth is leaving now. I’m really going to miss this apartment over the summer, I don’t want to go back home. As cliché as it may sound, it is miserable there. The tension between my parents seeps through the sills of the ( Read more... )

Last night I stumbled my sobering body into the bathroom to keep myself from crying. As I stared into the mirror, I was pathetic and disgusting and I wondered why I had waited and why she had now too taken an interest in this strange casanova. He was no Don Juan, but as dependent as she found herself now cut off from a former relationship, now she ( Read more... )

Completely smitten with a dull resonance of what and who I once knew. But now that I have accepted that the "love of my life" (as I joke with my whores) has passed me by, and that I will never EVER be with him, but still--no one will ever compare ( Read more... )