Then he takes me over and over again.
And my lapse of judgement regrows to haunt me.
I push it to the back of my mind.
And I want him to push it to the back of my throat.
You fill me up. In every way possible.
And you make me cry on the inside.
the third world hooker inside me comes to the forefront when you're around.
this plateau of hope and happiness still discomforts me at times.
bitter queen- you say that with a smile and a smirk combined.
I hate to ruffle weathers, i mean, feathers.
but maybe I like it.
the med students kinda liked me, kinda didn't.
I didn't know how to react, she says.
neither did i, I guess.
I want to make movies for my friends.
but I don't have the right equipment.
the right formats.
my man is going to go off to war.
he's gonna fight with my heart in his hand.
he's only gonna load.
i hope he's gonna be okay.
i adore him.
kiss.
post script: friday-karens goodbye party, salsatina, fellows, grace
saturday- charlotte's wedding cocktail(transit cafe), hard reef, kathys birthday party (utopia), fellows, grace, mosburger