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LoveI want a love that makes me want to break out of prison,Love by `scottjamesprebble
That makes me want to sell my worldly possessions for one more night in a hotel room with you.
That makes me want to give up smoking, drinking, eating because I would rather kiss.
A love that makes you do stupid things to impress her.
Dodge bullets, dodge the law, dodge the landlord so we can spend one more minute in bed.
I want it to bring all the answers to me, and open up a million more.
I want a love that makes me look at all the situations of the past and wonder what was I want thinking.
A love that makes me want to eat things off your belly, and breath your air, and watch you on the toilet.
Adopt your family, and your cat, photoshop my face into your school photos, walk you to work.
And have food waiting for you when you return.
A love will make me want to watch French films, and learn to dance, and make out in phone booths.
That starts in the frozen isle, but doesn't end in fresh produce.
Love that has me buying flowers, b
...and now there is only Sappho.I have forgotten...and now there is only Sappho. by *L-Inque
you just as you have forgotten
me. And now, and now…
© L. L. Kelly 2013
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. closure . 2013.12.06
Do not bother with your 'sorry it ended this way' ... I accept no apologies from those who are behaving according to their natures.
I asked a friend for help when I needed it.
She could simply have said "no" in a kind manner, but instead went off like a bomb in my face. In that process of exploding she exposed how she had always thought of me and what her true nature is; a tirade of over eight pages in length when properly formatted.
She was, in her reality, never my friend.
She could just gently have said no.
It is as simple a story as that.
Do not bother sending me promises that we both know you will never keep ... we both know that the money and the suitcase will never appear, and that there will always be 'other priorities' that will take precedence. Trips to be made, new fashions, shiny pretty things to be had, gifts for others to impress upon them your affection or successes. *shrug* For some "love" means always being the sun with others circling.
I have blocked you in every arena in which I can; and after I send this mail to the account which you "forgot the password to" months ago I will block even the mail here; making any donations you choose to contribute to the unclaimed Western Union Fund tax deductible I suppose. *sigh* So rest at ease, I have neither expectation of nor will there be capability for imagined assistance; once again you have my prior permission to behave as you would in any event.
As to your throwing my own words at me; I always come with a warning attached to me, dig in your memories and you might recall ...
"There is only one promise that I know I can always keep ..."
I will always love the you that you never were, you were such a wonderful potential "lover/companion". It's a shame that you never existed, never struggled to become, and never will be.
I assume you looked up the French quote from that skype conversation which we had days ago ... in English then, though apparently you do as well with that language as the French -
"what is bred in the bone is expressed in the flesh"
Your behavior and life choice issues, unlike the skin, hair, heart palpitation and eye problems, have nothing to do with the now cured thyroid ... the behavior is you, and always will be.
I tell stories in words and music and pictures; I am a cinematographer for those who read.
- Amanda Graham -
Heavy and thick
between my hands, the blood drips
in puddles at my feet. I strangely
remember the smell of burning flesh
and rotting entrails.
were plenty that night; they barely
escaped the carnage. I stood there
looking at them flee while pondering
what I had done.
for the stone in my chest, I peeled
off this charred skin, and scattered my
ashes into the wind.
SophieCT, first draft 2012
reworked the night of april 30th-may 1st 2013
|Yes, I AM a gay American woman; and damn proud of that. I flirt shamelessly with females, males, and photos of kittens. Anyone who let’s that go to their heads (eyes.the.homophobic.female.artist) is not only stupid but arrogant.|