Everything I love ends up dying.

He wasn't my first... He was the first one who mattered- the one I had more than one time with. He was my second, but I sometimes still pretend he was the first. He was the first one I ever put my mouth around and learned the power of that position, and knew I wanted more of it. After, he said, "There's no way that was the first time you've done that." But, it was. When I would go over to his parents house, I felt like some sort of sultry intruder, stealing their son away in the secretive and...

Once upon a time there was a little girl and although this little girl was not noticeably beautiful, and she could not speak out loud, when she opened her mouth light shined out and blessed those who saw it. Some said it felt like butterfly kisses, still others said soft rain... Some said they could see for miles in the light to lands beyond oceans, and past themselves. The little girl, though could never quite explain it.

i sip my coffee, ruminating on the peculiar grace with which these miniature princes leapt to their final destinies....

i woke up today with a cold, a hole in my heart, and a taste of metal in my mouth.

I never got the chance to love the small of your back.

It isn't of wood. It's have would. WIsh you would *have* gotten it right. Then, you would *have* been better.

You're a sunrise, for the first time, every time.

In the old days, they offered things up in the name of vanity- All in the path of a loss of sanity. Virtue, sanctity, a super saturation course Dedicated to morality- Church.

he tosses words around like careless little criminals invading the privacy of my heart, my home rape and pilferage abound no conscience, no remorse this is a fucking psychopathic course. violence is a salve for him he uses it as a weapon and it heals his hands, as he inflicts them, candidly on me.