Mar 06, 2009 10:37
i can barely type this.
easily, i'm feeling the repercussions of all that i have been screaming.
i compared egos. it's funny how the student always falls for the teacher
but when the teacher finally falls down?
i tried playing director.
i said "give it to me," and with my pockets full,
i took to my ego. i am so used up with girls throwing themselves at me.
so every intricate sprinkle, these X's on my hands?
down to this, how symbolic the reverberating pain is.
it was never about something i could not have, or could not do a day without.
i learned what sex should have been taught. i replaced those
awkward lectures and fleshy diagrams with something i could never,
ever explain.
i fell, the darkness in her blue eyes.
and every other fall, was for other eyes. conditioning.
be patient. i always win these games.
PS
unless you have a good excuse,
community college is reeeeaal classy.