Fuzzy bear slippers
-She sure needs to clean her room. Shes acting a bit strange these days. Eating nothing but toast.. colouring her pinkys with blue highlighters.. her skin has even changed .Possibly its just a bit of a tan on her hands from the sun. Speaking of the sun.. where did it go? Why coudln't it have stayed for another short little while. Makeing the last little while longer..She had it rough last night.. Thinking about suicide.Though shes smarter than that. She wont do it i know she wont. Not with me present. Shes okay. Shes just moody. .. Females.. Shes been constantly wearing these big Fuzzy bear slippers for the passed few days.. I think she really likes them. She wore them to bed last night. Id say it was a bit tough for her to get to sleep. What was shocking is that she woke upat 7 oclock in the morning and went on the computer for about 5 minutes. Then.. went to the bathroom and cme back to bed. Damn this computer.. Its her life.Why is she blowing her nose so much. Shes not sick. and i would know if she was crying. A heart ache for her is like a dagger slowley cutting my toung off.Or perhaps it cutting my throate.
-Toast toast toast. Yesterday was Buttered toast. Now is cheese wiz.I know shes not pregnant. Oh *slaps self. I forgot. Shes a girl. .. yea that does sometimes mess things up. iv always wondered why she called me.. spike.. why that name stuck with me.. thats actually quite hilarious. She was only a child. Its so messed up how she still has me after all those/these years. What else can i say. It was ment to be. She still has mousey too.. my brother. What a typical name for a mouse lol " Mousey" i call that a.. pussy name. Not an actual name for a vagina but i mean .. as in a sissy girl or something.
-I talk often. Thats all i do is talk n talk and talk some more. About almost anything and everything. Some of these days ill have nothing to post but.. this is the end of everything. Sienna doesnt need me anymore.. and now another child has me. .. and it will more than likley be her child. Who knows though. She will probly keep me somewhere safe and hopefully.. Hopefuly she will not. End up giveing me to one of her children. Because that will just mean more years for me of getting lost in the playground rocks at elementary school and or being trampled on and mourned for the loss of me and .. then finding me say.. 3 or 4 days later mugged .. riped and torn with my eyes scratched and whatnot.
- I am not.. going through that agian. She wont let it because she knows that too.. for every tare, scratch.. ware.. and or stitch that is in me,is whats in her heart i always say.. because it just fits perfectly. I am her and she is me. and.. i am a poet. .. No.. she is the poet. She is the artist. I wonder what she would give up first. Me.. or Art. But thats just oone of those unnesesary things because she wont have to give me up. She wont have to give Art up. Because she already has me.. she already has art. And what is that Gorgeous smell . .............................
*follows the smell..
-Toast toast toast. Yesterday was Buttered toast. Now is cheese wiz.I know shes not pregnant. Oh *slaps self. I forgot. Shes a girl. .. yea that does sometimes mess things up. iv always wondered why she called me.. spike.. why that name stuck with me.. thats actually quite hilarious. She was only a child. Its so messed up how she still has me after all those/these years. What else can i say. It was ment to be. She still has mousey too.. my brother. What a typical name for a mouse lol " Mousey" i call that a.. pussy name. Not an actual name for a vagina but i mean .. as in a sissy girl or something.
-I talk often. Thats all i do is talk n talk and talk some more. About almost anything and everything. Some of these days ill have nothing to post but.. this is the end of everything. Sienna doesnt need me anymore.. and now another child has me. .. and it will more than likley be her child. Who knows though. She will probly keep me somewhere safe and hopefully.. Hopefuly she will not. End up giveing me to one of her children. Because that will just mean more years for me of getting lost in the playground rocks at elementary school and or being trampled on and mourned for the loss of me and .. then finding me say.. 3 or 4 days later mugged .. riped and torn with my eyes scratched and whatnot.
- I am not.. going through that agian. She wont let it because she knows that too.. for every tare, scratch.. ware.. and or stitch that is in me,is whats in her heart i always say.. because it just fits perfectly. I am her and she is me. and.. i am a poet. .. No.. she is the poet. She is the artist. I wonder what she would give up first. Me.. or Art. But thats just oone of those unnesesary things because she wont have to give me up. She wont have to give Art up. Because she already has me.. she already has art. And what is that Gorgeous smell . .............................
*follows the smell..