you gettin' tuffer lady. i love you. heres one i was scared to post on my journal
I knew a boy who lived in a tiny A-frame on the Mexican side of town his mothers redneck boyfriend planted tomatoes in the gutters we would sit in his basement with a gravity bong listening to 69 boys and he laughed like a maniac would what a jerk... and I loved it until he raped me in a murky lake and my little body woke up much older and unable to shower away the remnants
but he was just the first in a long line of jerks I try to love knowing it aint’ gonna happen so i keep some sacred distance yet am too busy tending to my leisioned soul to hike away into unique and wondrous human feats. When will i just give up all this love bullshit?
Wait. I am in good love now good every other night away from bar light and when my pussy isn’t slack or sick or swollen shut in fear I try to explain to this man the feeling of painful penetration the consumption of all purity
at least I know it all will pass and the truth is that there is none and change is the constant and all is moving and melding and the rocks dance sensuously slow and scoff off old sore layers like me like you the trees expand their core like me like you and our life spans are fast in the mean time we experiment with the speeds at which we live
I knew a boy who lived
in a tiny A-frame on the
Mexican side of town
his mothers redneck boyfriend
planted tomatoes in the gutters
we would sit in his basement
with a gravity bong listening
to 69 boys and he laughed like
a maniac would
what a jerk... and I loved it
until he raped me in a murky lake
and my little body woke up
much older and unable to
shower away the remnants
but he was just the first in a long
line of jerks I try to love
knowing it aint’ gonna happen
so i keep some sacred distance
yet am too busy tending to my
leisioned soul to hike away
into unique and wondrous human feats.
When will i just give up all this
love bullshit?
Wait.
I am in good love now
good every other night
away from bar light
and when my pussy isn’t
slack or sick or swollen
shut in fear
I try to explain to this man
the feeling of painful penetration
the consumption of all purity
at least I know it all will pass
and the truth is that there is none
and change is the constant
and all is moving and melding
and the rocks dance sensuously
slow and scoff off old sore
layers like me
like you
the trees expand their core
like me
like you
and our life spans are fast
in the mean time
we experiment
with the speeds at which
we live
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