I'm so tired of this shit. I just can't handle the mixed signals. Would like to know which end is up, because apparently I can't tell my ass from a hole in the ground.
 

 Oh my fucking god. Seriously. Do I look like a moron? I'm pretty sure I'm smarter than your average bear. Why does everyone feel the need to point out the obvious to me? Goddammit.

It has been for-fucking-ever since I've written a new poem, but my situation as of late has...inspired me. Enjoy.

Die every time you say 'goodbye' I'm
Left alone with the scent of your lust
On my hands
And the bitter taste of your unwanting
Fresh upon my lips
Still swollen from the last kiss
You breathed into me
At the crest of your desire's release
Still ( Read more... )

 That would be me. Thank you for asking.

 Hmmm. Well the saga of "does he want me?" continues.   It's okay, he'll dump her eventually. The only thing she's got on me is a thinner body and a car. And an older son. Anyway it doesn't matter. If he doesn't want me it'll be something he'll regret in time when he realizes that she's boring. I'm so not used to mixed signals ( Read more... )

 So I gots my own apartment last month, it's fucking super.
Gots a friends with benefits arrangement the same day I moved into my apartment. Also fucking super.
I love my job.
I celebrated a year of sobriety on the 6th.
All in all, everything is going really well. I'm done with treatment this month and I'm going to try and get off of probation a year ( Read more... )

 I'm sick of being sick.
Christmas rocked though.

  I just can't keep away from the baby's daddy.
Damn me and my weakness.

"Better Days"

And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cause I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And designer love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days

So take these words
And sing out loud
Cause everyone is forgiven now
Cause tonight's the night ( Read more... )

This was given to me today by a very special person *hugs*

Ready or not,
someday it will all come to an end.

There will be no more sunrises,
no minutes, hours or days.

All the things you collected,
whether treasured or forgotten,
will pass to someone else.

Your wealth,
fame and temporal power
will shrivel to irrelevance.

It will not matter what you owned
or ( Read more... )