It’s ironic how I come to you
and also find another connection
other than a romantic one. You
have everything I want. And I’m
glad you’re willing to share.
I know this is just the beginning
to a very special adventure.
And I’m glad to have you along
for the ride.
I want you to kiss my lips and
let the snow fall on me;
settling into my brain.
If you think I’m worried about us
being all about drugs&sex
I miss my dad even though I
know he is basically a stranger. I
miss the feeling of being able to relate
He is the only person who is
just like me in every way, who would
understand my actions
and maybe help me find myself.
But I’ve grown to hate him. And I’m
just like him. When I look into
the mirror I see his face and
cringe. Does that mean
I hate myself?
I’m trying to think
straight, trying to do what’s best.
The route that is best isn’t
and definitely goes against
I’d love to fuck you,
but I’d rather
be with you.
Can’t you just give me a chance..
I just want to
smoke a joint
make a little love.
Sounds great to me.
I feel oh so very lonely
and I’m not used to it. I’ve
always had someone to please
and to please me. I miss the taste
of flush skin on my tongue.
The gentle brush of hands in places
that make me giggle. And living in
But I will not break.
I want to venture to places I have
forbidden myself to go.
Who wants to take me there?
I hope you do.
The last couple days I feel sort of
seperated from everything. I have
been thinking how much I have
changed this past year and
how far I still have to go. I feel sort of
numb. I don’t need anyone. And when
I sleep I feel like I’m floating off into
a place where everything
and so much easier.