Hail Maries are in order,
For what is going to be done.
Hot, steamy, erotic,
Bendy, flexible, elastic,
Moist, trembling and exotic.
Don’t utter a word,
Let our bodies rhyme,
As our moans sublime,
In our beautiful crime.
Archive for January, 2014
Hail Maries are in order,
Underneath the bed sheets,
Lie the words we cant speak,
Emotions strong and wild-leak
Yet time plays its trick,
Has ever love been so bleak?
If a heart could break multiple times, I am a living proof it learns to beat back up! How i allowed you to..bring me down time and again is incredible!
I don’t want to admit that,I still harbor feelings for you. The nature of those feelings are yet to be explored though. I want to believe it is love but some believe it is the ”familliar” sense of belonging I have with you. It can’t be all there is between the two of us. For the most part of my adulthood, you were the hughlight of it. I adore you with your loose jeans and skinny stature. I have loved you when you were at your lowest.
I have done the worst thing anyone could ever do to someone they love dearly and no amount of of regrets can take back that day but I guess I have lost you over it and that will be my punishment.
I see you with your family and i feel the thornes of regret killing me beat by beat. And your friends…still have you tied by their selfish notes. Steams of anger suffocate my lungs when you leave me time and again to just be with them. I am a Nobody; and that realisation is difficult to live with.
My new plan to get over you is to tell myself every morning the realities I endured; the hurt that stems from your actions and words. I need to leave you alone for my heart has surely left yours. I wish words echoed my pain but none that I write ever seem to address the ache so I leave it a again…
I am constantly finding myself in the dims of human relationships. I am doubting if I have become the boring mate I dread ever becoming. Well that is never happening though for I dont want to sound boastful but I am the girl who just wants to have fun in non slutty way.
What made me question my ”mundane” interactions was the sudden realisation that I valued meeting my friends than none of them did. I came home for Christmas and I thought I would have to crunch my time to meet all tjose people who asked if I was hitting the city for the Holiday. Well to my surprise, none called to ask to meet and when I did some had plans and even eith those I had made plans with….I was ditched for ”better” friends. I didn’t want to believe it but I have no friends to hang out with. I am having a dry spell with friends!!!!
It is .agoodbthing though, for I now know I am not a good company to myself so NEW PLAN-be a better mate to myself!!!
People always leave even if it is a cliche and expectation is a recipe for heartache so NEW PLAN-EXPEXTATION ZERO!!!!
Time alone is suddenly a dreaded factor to me….it is more alone than serene; more hectic than quiet. Time is catching up with its truth.
I am chasing the wrong man;living my parents dreams; running out of tune with my smiles and crying inside for I want my woes to end.
I see myself in the mirror with lines that age beyond my years and scars that etch my struggles that bear remorse than triumph. Surrounded by familiar faces that resonate my emptiness than belonging. How did I end up here??
All I know is that life should mean better than the missed opportunities, the heartaches and unmet promises. If it isn’t…well I have died already…millions of times already.