April 20, 2007

• i love you, let’s meet

  

  the problem with their kind is that they’d love anyone with hands enough to hold their slicked-up hearts. i want the one that would love ONLY ME and my horribly dulled palms. is that the most selfish thing you’ve ever heard? i certainly hope so.

  they all have such a hard time letting me go. siiiiiiick……..

  i am more than beyond lucky men are not made of musical beats and poetry. lord knows i’d be dripping gonorrhea and whatever the fuck else the human body gets infested with after frivolously frequent fornication.

  he‘s the only one who’s ever understood.

  i get so absolutely entranced and paralyzed at once that i lose my aural functioning completely. instead i gasp and gnash and wonder and scheme…..

  i scream and pace when he’s gone. but it’s very numbed. i haven’t had pangs since……..june? that bastard. is it really so impossible to comprehend how one could obsess so obscenely? or do you actively seek reasons to abhor me so?

  i mourn the single life every day for years.

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