Dec 24, 2004 20:21
He was caught up in contagious curves. He was idiotic to a mind that was hidden behind eyes. She was full of error. He buried the stars deep in her stomach. She let the moon slip away behind his shoulders. He touched. She breathed. She was oblivious. He knew all along. He lusted for her, but it was she who he was in love with. She was confused. She was trembling. He was loosing all control. He was lost in her world, while she wondered where he was. She was twisted in sheets, the third party waking. This was a table set for two. There were three lip stains on the glass. He was in the sweetness. She was in the dark. She was heating up. He was the wrong doing. She was innocent. She was innocent.
Love is fake and So are you
Cheating gets it faster.
Thinking of people cheating isn't exactly the best thing on Christmas Eve but whatever, yo. It's all I know of in a relationship. So call me bitter.
Today I spent a good amount of time realizing how much I really can't bring myself to care about the human race. We're so sold on the statistics of poverty and crime rate. We care none of the adopted love in our communities. I never want to be a news journalist. I'd commit suicide. I might as well start making a noose now.