i spat out your name
rinsed my mouth
and silently promised
never again
sometimes i stumble
and when i trip up on an unexpected memory
i dust myself off
and walk on
life without you is a little empy
but i am learning
to fill myself up
on friends and family
and little bits and pieces of intimacy
i’m moving on
LJ
WRITING AND SUCH
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Snippets of thoughts and pieces of me
at times i am shy
icy fingers and toes
hot tongue
broken heart
open and closed
and sometimes in between.
wrapped in lies
belonging to other people
and sadness
belonging to me
watching strangers
some i would like to know
others
i certainly would not
loud mouthed men turn me off
but occasionally stroke my ego
and my thighs if i drink too much
sometimes i think i am crazy
then i remember
so are you
and its ok
pretty songs
can make me cry in public
pretty girls
make me feel like kissing
and so do beautiful men
icy fingers and toes
hot tongue
broken heart
open and closed
and sometimes in between.
wrapped in lies
belonging to other people
and sadness
belonging to me
watching strangers
some i would like to know
others
i certainly would not
loud mouthed men turn me off
but occasionally stroke my ego
and my thighs if i drink too much
sometimes i think i am crazy
then i remember
so are you
and its ok
pretty songs
can make me cry in public
pretty girls
make me feel like kissing
and so do beautiful men
Saturday, June 26, 2010
confused
she kissed me
and watched me with big brown eyes
her small frame
climbed on top of me
her fingers danced over my ribs
then she lay her cheek
against my bare belly
and listened to me breath
she held me
and…
i think…
she felt something
and…
i think…
i was confused
and watched me with big brown eyes
her small frame
climbed on top of me
her fingers danced over my ribs
then she lay her cheek
against my bare belly
and listened to me breath
she held me
and…
i think…
she felt something
and…
i think…
i was confused
Lie
your breath smells like wine
as it pushes out lies
and i drink them all up
getting drunk on this ‘love’
i like to pretend
this is real
so i dont say a thing
i just let your hands
wander my body
with clumsy drunk fingers
and a hot tongue
burning my thighs
i live for this lie
as it pushes out lies
and i drink them all up
getting drunk on this ‘love’
i like to pretend
this is real
so i dont say a thing
i just let your hands
wander my body
with clumsy drunk fingers
and a hot tongue
burning my thighs
i live for this lie
Monday, June 14, 2010

he wove golden strands of love
through her hair
painted her naked flesh
with his tongue
drew passion
from his fingertips
and brushed them
along her full waiting lips
their eyes
danced
to tunes no one else could hear
they were covered in each other
and it was beautiful
then one day
he had to leave
he dropped pieces of himself
as he left
like breadcrumbs
for her to find him
when the time was right
but the birds
ate them up
and he disappeared
forever
through her hair
painted her naked flesh
with his tongue
drew passion
from his fingertips
and brushed them
along her full waiting lips
their eyes
danced
to tunes no one else could hear
they were covered in each other
and it was beautiful
then one day
he had to leave
he dropped pieces of himself
as he left
like breadcrumbs
for her to find him
when the time was right
but the birds
ate them up
and he disappeared
forever
How many
how many words
have i sewn together for you?
how many promises
have i laid out before you?
how many pieces of my heart
have i chipped off
and presented to you
wrapped in hope and tears?
too many
have i sewn together for you?
how many promises
have i laid out before you?
how many pieces of my heart
have i chipped off
and presented to you
wrapped in hope and tears?
too many
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