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Tonight my heart is broken.
I'm learning how cruel people can be.
I fell for someone based on his promises and friendship...then he just...literally waves his hand for me to go away. I get a condescending remark in one breath, then a kiss in another. I am stronger than this.
I am a sucker for sex.
I've made some odd decisions lately. I can't say if they are good or bad yet. I know I've hurt people and have been hurt.
I found this in one of my old entries and felt like posting it again: (one year ago I wrote this while high on x in Florida)
Do you ever wonder how the moon tastes?
I bet it tastes like thick champagne
I'm imagining these great ancient beings sitting around the moon like a banquet table,
Dipping silver goblets in the creamy, bubbling, sweet moon
Giggling and drunkenly spilling some in the water below
Water is a wild creature
always thrashing about, trying to escape herself
There is something wonderfully violent about the way Water meets Land
She churns and pushes herself onto him as far as she can
and for a fleeting moment she presses against him, grabbing bits of sand to keep
This is where they make love, and this is where I sit
On the cool, damp sand with Water gently tasting my feet
I look up at the moon and see the great beings smiling down at me and giving a toast
For now, all is content
I'm learning how cruel people can be.
I fell for someone based on his promises and friendship...then he just...literally waves his hand for me to go away. I get a condescending remark in one breath, then a kiss in another. I am stronger than this.
I am a sucker for sex.
I've made some odd decisions lately. I can't say if they are good or bad yet. I know I've hurt people and have been hurt.
I found this in one of my old entries and felt like posting it again: (one year ago I wrote this while high on x in Florida)
Do you ever wonder how the moon tastes?
I bet it tastes like thick champagne
I'm imagining these great ancient beings sitting around the moon like a banquet table,
Dipping silver goblets in the creamy, bubbling, sweet moon
Giggling and drunkenly spilling some in the water below
Water is a wild creature
always thrashing about, trying to escape herself
There is something wonderfully violent about the way Water meets Land
She churns and pushes herself onto him as far as she can
and for a fleeting moment she presses against him, grabbing bits of sand to keep
This is where they make love, and this is where I sit
On the cool, damp sand with Water gently tasting my feet
I look up at the moon and see the great beings smiling down at me and giving a toast
For now, all is content