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i thought we had settled this with hisses and passion so hot it burned my soul... and i could do nothing but watch you sleep, wondering if those dreams are about me... about us did an about face so your back i watch with blurred vision... it should have been a given that sex settled nothing... words cut deep but the silences is deafening, weakening, unforgiving, and unnecessary... so i write this testament of affection hoping i will become your affliction again.. that you will follow your feelings and ambush me unexpectedly... i pray god gives me strength because i can't beat a machine.. and that ps2 is a mean B
apparently loving someone is hard and not easy... the euphoric rush of blood to the head impairs judgement and motor functions you can't run or hide when the going gets tough.. all we can do is fall on our asses... we don't get tough back becoz it's hard to be tough while intoxicated... it's damn near impossible to resist temptation... but it's so damn easy to believe the hype... convince ourselves that what's good enough for some is not good enough for self... and when the hangover sets in it's all over...
The funny thing about it is I never remembered meeting him. I don't remember the words that were spoken nor can I count how many cigarettes we actually smoked but something about that day made me never forget him. something in his ways never let me_let him_let_go... like all the other bad habits i was stuck on an icy mountain chasing a high that steadily eludes my grasp...becoz i followed the advice of the elders and jumped full speed ahead off the tallest peak!!!... into love... letting something_someone go brings them back???. then where the FUCK is my parachute? i never asked for it to be golden, or even silver, bronze, diamond encrusted, leather, laced, with the lv, interior or any of that other dumb nigger shit... just that it would be there... in case of emergency in case there was no cushion at the end of my rainbow... just a cold hard pot of gold...