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Sad that you have left
But something is made quite clear
You are no further removed from me with 500 miles between us,
Than when you were right here.
Unattached and distant,
Not wanting to get too close
And then to act as if oblivious
I guess that’s what got to me the most.
The subtle changes
Intentional or unaware?
Preoccupied with various thoughts,
Neither chose to share.
You seem not to be bothered
I don’t know where to start.
Alternate Agendas and Separate missions
Complete disconnection of Mind, bodies and heart.
Silenced
By the wondering thoughts
Plagued with nagging doubts,
Bombarded Questioning…
I usually do without.
Disturbed by the onslaught of sudden miss-trust
On my own I wrestle
with things we should have discussed.
Not very long ago
Silliness was easily dismissed
Until you made it such an issue
That we had open mouth kissed.
I didn’t understand your apparent disgust then
I don’t care to understand it now
Im just trying to put it all together in some kind of order,
So maybe I can possibly understand somehow.
It started out friendly
and nearly hassle free
I made the mistake of thinking
We enjoyed each others company.
Perhaps we overdid it
Or took for granted the time we spent (...)
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Time
im doing it without you
LIFE
you are living without me
surviving a reality
never supposed to be
you are blinded by this strange hostility
and things you care not to see
ive loved you without restraints
resentments or controls
and sadly love you still
unfortunately you cant love me
without conditions
and you probably never will
a life we planned on together
seperated by the things you have done to sever
the opposite of love isn't hate
although you find that hard to tell
most certainly it is indifference
and you have taught me well
To the Lover I can no longeer love
To the Lover I can no longer love,
I’m speechless. There are no words to describe how rejected, humiliated and betrayed by your actions, your words and your inability to seemingly uphold the commitments we have made to each other.
Every fucking time we have a disagreement, the result is the same. You leave. You say its over. You’re done.
But for two years now, you are never really done. After 3 days. A week sometimes two, you come back into contact. For a couple of days, things are like they used to be, you make me feel loved, missed, you lead me to believe that you enjoy being with me, that life without me has little to offer compared to when we are together. You even go as far as to say that no one understands what I’m going through better than you. We are in the same boat. THAT is all I have ever wanted with you. I gave you my heart. I gave you all my love and gave you the promise that we were in it together. I loved you and gave up my right to jump ship if the waters got rough. Willingly I would drown if our ship began to sink and if we gave it our ALL and that wasn’t enough, then so be it.
BUT that could never be it. You constantly jump ship of your own accord and leave me to battle treacherous waters on my own. Do you create these raging waters in order to justify bailing out? Do you intend for me to sink? Or is it your own inability to uphold your part of the commitment?
Hours spent trying to decipher your moods, attitudes (...)
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Today I woke up to the very same Realization- and I am shocked at how stupid I could be and have been and Good Golly What in this world am I going to do about it? What 's first, second, should fourth been third and left five reserved? Instead of head on confrontations with conflict that addressed to my behavior is well deserved?
And someone with hindsight who turns to me blindly and asks me to translate in another language the played out parody that was observed.
to think Im so smart and I dont know a thing, my sense of well-being now disturbed?
Am I okay? Will this disorder persist? or am I? By the means of insanity dismissed?.
Plain Jane
crushed
Fukk Tarzan!! Can U dew it??
Just plain ol' jane, the self as significant as that name-
Queen of the jungle muther fuckers-
Holy shit!"That' s lame!"
Manipulated pathetic pawn--
to disregard and shit upon-
to participate in your game, inexperienced and very naive,
Might add addlebrained,
Dim whitted and xtremely gullable,good for nada
Can't even satisfy my man.
Apparently I have selective hearing too or I just Cant Understand ..
Normal Thinking,
This CUNT can
Perhaps I misunderstood when
He said he loved me
and needed me
and that would see us thru..
Because now I stand alone
He doesn't aknowledge me
there's nothing to see,
I guess he must have been talking to that damn chimpanzee.
A fool I was then and apparently still now
-I need to forget him , erase him somehow.
No questions asked, I believed all his lies
Its the truth I question
love turns to despise
Seems he could have went about it differently,
if he'd only wanted to get laid.
I seek escape,
to feel a touch thats REAL,
My (...)
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Real, am I?
Fantasy? I could be…
But does the real satisfy me?
Some would only stare
Others may even drool
While others may envision another
As they begin to stroke their tool
Your cock is hardening
Your balls feel tight
If things go well
You’ll get laid tonight
Excitement building
The bulge in your pants grows
Thinking about the profiles you have seen
And now the ones you chose
Fantasies to fulfill
Needs to satisfy
And partake in lusty activities
Meant to gratify
Imagine my body
eager for your touch
May need you to use a bit of creativity,
But really it doesn’t take all that much
Its your fantasy
go ahead and dream
That I am hot and horny
And how you are gonna make me scream….
You imagine giving it to me like I have never had it before
Bucking and squirming and screaming for more
Imagiine in your mind ,my naked body as you feast your eyes,
And your cock hardens with desire focusing on the center of my thighs,
Imagine it hot, moist and glistening pink
So inviting, you wanna bury your face in its nectar and drink,
Probe your tongue between my pussy lips,
And stroke my clit with your finger tips
Pulses quicken, so does the pace
I reach for your cock as I cum on your face
I lick your cock once then twice
Ands then swallow it all,…isn’t (...)
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It certainly has been a long time; I hope this letter finds you in a well balanced state of mind. However, I am leaning towards the notion, that this is a very difficult time for you. You may feel rejected, humiliated, and perhaps a bit foolish and I sense, rather lonely.
It is not typical of me,, to harbor resentments, form grudges or play tit for tat, so although you left me, without warning without hesitation and without consideration of my feelings, and gave of your self to another of seemingly less than worthy virtue,
I am here for you. I have always been here for you.
Deception or disloyalty may have been uncovered recently. This King could have been discovered to be a cheat, a fraud, or a con artist, and may have reacted violently or with anger, or more lies, to the exposure in order to guard his own emotions. The charm might have worn thin, and the manipulations resisted, and the great, wise, and loving King could have been reduced to a charlatan, a womanizer, an imposter, or otherwise one who is all talk and no action with respect to his trustworthiness. The King is supposed to be an example of deeds over words, and he probably fell short and disappointed those who looked to him for guidance.
.There's a sort of practical joke in the air -- something sinister or ironic in the wind that could point out a perceived failure to its audience using daggers of truth that hit their mark with vengeful glee. Try to let Karma handle the matter (...)
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inner beauty- im feeling inside out
Inner Beauty
Darkened skies
Some shadowed cast of light
Obscure and most eerie
Insects buzz a haunting tune
An air of false ambiance,
A personality sort
Illusionary calm,
The night,
Thick with pretense.
My mind
Almost lucid;
Promised tranquility disappears with the moon.
Dissipation of dream like state…
Reality
Reeks of anguish and grief
Layers of insults upon injury
The masquerade reveals a mannequin
Hidden is the soul beneath
Manipulated behaviors and modified by method
Tormented by rules of etiquette
Shaped with intricate futility
Shamed by tendencies
Handicapped with porcelain fragility,
Humbled by humility.
And hated on for Inner Beauty
