I'm kinda so-so about posting this one. Unfortunatly, every word is true. There was a man who couldn't control himself and my body paid the price. Everytime I looked in the mirror I hated myself for "letting him" do it and even more for going back to him. But I did (or have thus far) get away and send love and support out to anyone who can relate to this poem.
sex because its what is hiddne here, animals because we are all animals like it ro not, and soul becuase it is what is dying here, now if you truly know me, you will understand this, if not...get the fuck out of my bed :P
a bad bad nite of drinking ened up in the back seat of a black and white explaining to the two cops in the front that natilie maines is the hottest of the dixie chix
when one goes from nothing to the focal point(at times, atleast) of all attention/just one person's attention, it can cause some 'rash' decisions... but that's a gibbon :(
