Today I sat reading a book inside. I felt the heat and humidity rush over my entire body, and then quell when the doors shut and the air conditioning took back over. It was like a breath. In and out, in and out. I wish it was your breath, but I know it cannot be. At least not now.
I can hate you as a child I can hate you as a girl I can hate you as a woman I can hate you as an existance I can hate you as a person But you're still my sister
some how young boys and leather don't seem to get up my temper in bed. you were like a break up from a one night stand. Sex with out the release, a journey with no start and no end.