Apr 10, 2004 01:03
You thought I could change? That few years will make me leave my obsessions my instant carvings, my lust? So that you could wear me like a victory mark? And you pretend that you have succeeded. Succeeded in what?? Surely not in making me become....
The insecurity stroke me down for a while, it quieted her down, calmed her urges. It never disappeared though , my imperfection, my impurity. Every once in a while it sweeps over me. Coming with waves, blocking my view. Hovering over my head like a dark swarm of wasps...buzzing and louring me. I always surrender.
Sometimes I feel like it's the only thing that separates me from rest of your make-believes. It portraits my face - a part of my persona, my uniqueness?
And tonight it's coming again...singing the sweet hunger in my thighs , tangling my arms into nothingness, sinking my breasts and wishing for silence.
What were you trying to change?
Elisexxx