I feel insecure/upset/ or at least a little bit
in direct competition with
a mobile phone mistress
and hand typed words
-but I can't speak out-
I was promised nothing but
promised to be-
no more jealousy queen.
To be honest,
not sure that's what it is.
May have something to do with
me not being beautiful
enough
your eyes will wander in directions
my body has never managed to contort to.
I don't hold my womans shape in play d'oh and plastic
I have hardened but
am sorry I do try
to be pretty but
it's just not who I am.
I have a feeling
my insides will miss you
indefinately
soon enough.
My mind will not allow me
to grace your flesh when I know
or think that you're with her
in spirit
while you're in me.
Curse my feminism.
{Prove me wrong}
Please.
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I can't cry right now, and I told you so wouldn't cover what I'm feeling.
From The Vault To Your Eye Sockets
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visceral. simply visceral.
I have a feeling
my insides will miss you
indefinately
soon enough.
nuff said.
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-tear-
Contact me sweetie, someway, somehow..
This is an amazing piece but it's ever so wrong. Horribly wrong...
-sigh- i love you!! -
Listen to your father's wise words. Speak your mind. No one else will.
Lots of love.
xoxoxo
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The easiest peace is rested beneath a sea of agony, and slightly to the left. Pace less, vocalize more.
Writing shouts are never heard by those with deaf eyes.
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