2005-05-03
tuesday it is
held together with fucking fragments glued lightly don't crumble look see be
difficult go ahead be difficult you're so good at it
you do what you're good at don't you
no not really anymore.
you're not good at this, does that mean you shouldn't try? does it?
trace over the words on my english notebook. don't cry because you've lost it; smile because you had it.
look at it glisten in the sunlight, every contour and shape of it and how the sweat forms. hard. not soft, but strong. salivate. funny to refer it with such an inhumane pronoun, because nothing could be more alive and alluring. Want.
be careful what you wish for. you just might get it. yeah, right.
wanting what everyone else does makes me like everyone else. nice going.
i am good at saying wrong things. anger, frustration, cruelty, grovelling, i have it all somewhere within me. maybe if it is less apparent, it will shrink.
so pissed off, looking back. so hurt. that's why now is so much better. you had better fix this. FIX IT. press ON little camper, PRESS ON.
an artful edit...
leesah-likes at 4:13 p.m.