xLiV: Smoke and Mirrors
What I did, we did, should never be shared nor could it be explained. Neither of us could begin to think of replicating this all. We knew who each other were. We knew what we had to offer one another. We always fell for each other's bait; which leaves here. Hook in cheek, worm in belly. Full on everything we ever fed each other. I fight wiping my face clean of you, afraid of losing the advantage of both saying your name, and tasting your existence simultaneously. Not deep enough. Once in million life times does this happen - We're lucky.
GoodNight GoodBye.
GoodNight GoodBye.
41: Hope
Its the Maturing that hurts. Opposite is the painless. Realizing wrongs and then need to correct them is difficult. Not doing it is so carefree and easy. And the middle ground between each varies. We can't all ride the same wave. We can't all be yesterday's Us', me's, and you's. Eventually we'll need more from ourselves, So command it.
XXX8: Troubles At Home
The Double Standard. Men have more of a Nomadic, more Cavalier Right to sex than females. Some Women (Girls) don't understand the power of what they have. Them forfeiting themselves to just anyone is downright wrong and completely contrary of what It stands for. By the time most Women (Girls) figure it out, the damage is done. Exclusivity is Key when intimacy is concern. Never ever forget that.
3vII: "I Lust You Too"
You're so illusive. I assure both my implosion and Explosion upon your capture. The basement of my chest fills with wingless butterflies just off of the thought of you; heavy. Where do I go from here? Where do I go To There? Me force feeding myself false predictions of normality only heightens my interest. Where do I go from here? Where do I go To There? I Lust You So Much; more than you'll Ever Know. I'd make Beautiful Noise with you, only if you promise me the sweet sting of your Seduction.
Got'cha
XXXv1:
I Desperately trying to find you in yourself. Where are you? When exactly did you "go"? Where was I? So suddenly you went; no trace, no bye, no nothing. Just absence and a lot of questions. When you find out where you went, let me know. We'll go find her together. But in the mean time, I'll be over here on my own self quest.
XXXv: Hello Again?
I rather not. At this point, every step is mocked by the last; and every word is eaten by the one before. I'd (probably) rather not. Maybe I'm just coming back because I have no where to go.
Maybe not so
XXXiv:
Person #1
They look tired dont they?
Person #2
Yeah, they do.
Person #1
How long do you think they're going to keep it up? A month? A couple months? Years?
Person #2
Who knows. I just dont want anyone to get hurt.
Person #1
Its way passed that. The hurt is on its way pal, trust in that. Why do you care if someone gets hurt any way? You're comfortable right? You're who I wanna be when I grow up. Hand me a napkin please.
(A single napkin is passed)
Person #2
And one day you will grow up and realize that I am NOT the man.
(Laughs while wiping the logger of his lips)
Person #2
No seriously, you really think I have it all?
Person #1
Well, you know, you're better of than most of us. You have it all down. You are the American Dream my friend. Lets drink to you and yours.
(Mugs clink from the awkward toast and both take in their alcohol slow, as to pay homage to the respective effects it has on each)
Person #1
Besides, who wants to end up like those two. If only they knew.
Person #2
Knew what?
XXXII: Her Name is...
One day you'll stop being selfish. Not just for them, but for you. It'll all be behind you. Less emphasis on "you". Its not that we want your attention, no. We just want "you". Of course you dont understand, you're too selfish to want to. But one day you will, and you wont be so selfish anymore. Then, and only then, you'll stop helping us for "you", and you'll help us for "us". Its not that we want all your attention, no. Maybe I'm thinking too far ahead; jumping the gun. But one day you wont be as selfish as you are with us today. Less emphasis on "you".
XXX: NotTooObsessed
He's not too obsessed right? He's in love with her. From her eyes to her skin, she is every bit of the word soft. Easy on the eyes. The feeling of Holy War's glory, only as she leaves,but Im always back to normal afterward. Long forgetting my strangled soul's anguish; long forgetting my everything's pain; long forgetting my happy's departure.
So where the hell do you think you're going?
So where the hell do you think you're going?
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