bundatshityo

thanks girl, here you are!

How dare you look at me
Lay breathing with me
Telling me, only me

How dare you crawl your way
On your hands and knees
To be with me

And with those hands,
Two sweating hands

You press into my body
Mouth wide open
Eyes closed blissfully

How dare you waste my time
On sex and lies

tell us what you want.

I've been thinking about my infatuation with love
and how I continue to make helpless excuses to distract myself from what I know I want.

Everyone wants something more
There is not one person who doesn't long for the security and stability of something real
Something big enough for two people to swim in- or drown in- happily.

And although at times the thought makes me sick, I do believe that in instances of insecurity
and vulnerability I lower myself , and the quality of who I am to please the shallow self.

Questions arise that force me to review what it is I really am attempting to find.

Something that makes me want to write.

I don't want a forever.
I want a right now.

beautiful

im not up for wordiness today
everything feels mostly introverted for the moment

wait until my heart seizes and i can't keep the words tucked neatly inside any longer-
things could get messy.

advantage: (in the context: to take advantage of)- to make use of for gain: to take advantage of an opportunity.




yep.
there it is-
to take advantage of- or be taken advantage of

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txqiwrbYGrs


can i have some?

ah-lone

There is an issue that has come to my attention that I feel necessary to address.

The problem is, each night I sip my tea before I slid in between the sheets
fiddling with them gently, pulling them up over my eyes

And then, my arm reaching up
Turns out the light, dousing me in truth

I close my eyes,
Nearly believing that being alone is better than feeling warmth permeate between the sheets
And us


And the issue sits, soaking in logic and reason

But reasoning only enlightens me
Being alone will never feel to me, like you felt with me

february 2

this day was great

i hate not making sense
but its like the thing i do best.


i miss a lot of people

knee deep in darkness
nervously touching myself to ensure I stay in tact

boundaries are broken
from my fingertips pour an elastic like fluid

i begin to move now, forgetting about the darkness that nearly consumed me
and as my finger tips move the more this fluid protrudes

i take my fingertips outlining every inch of my figure
slowly pouring upwards, as if defying gravity
between my legs
and back

i close my eyes
waiting for your signature





miss you.