urgent adolescence

we drank boxed wine and stayed up all night,
choking back the after taste.
your honey flavoured words
woven into the air
blanketing our ravaged bodies
naked; clinging to each other
exchanging a sacred, muffled passion.
sweet amour! transcendent love!
blessed be, those nights of old.


Guess I still don’t see the difference between real purpose and that urgent adolescence

Never Again.

You can't. Can. Not. ask me not to be strong.
I know you want me to let my guard down,
you want me to be myself around you.
And that is perfectly ok.
But being "strong" is a part of me.
Asking me to let that go is as good as asking me to stop breathing.
You saw that Sunday night. 
I swear that will NEVER happen again.
I have never broken down like that.
And I never want to feel that helpless again.
Please understand that I am ok,
As long as I can deal with it my own way,
in my own  head.
 The moment I let that control slip,
crying out, shedding a tear, catching my breath,
That's when the demons become real.
And I will not allow that.
Ever.
Please understand,
You can't ask me to let it go.
I can't afford to have another break down,
Because I'm afraid I might not come back.

i know it isn't much,

but i love you.
and i am sincerely excited for our lives together.
whether it be one quick week, or one long lifetime.
we have so much potential bubbling under our skin.

It seems that we live in a society that teaches don't get raped, rather than don't rape.

We are syrupy, sticky, grotesquely in love.

We are a thick, goopy bottle of liquid cute

that spilled everywhere and can't be cleaned up.

it is fucking disgusting

i hate it

but i love you.

we sure are cute for two ugly people.

but seriously, this overwhelming cuteness is gross.

Transcendental:

tran-scen-den-tal
adjective /ˌtransenˈdentl/ 
Of or relating to a spiritual or nonphysical realm
- the transcendental importance of each person's soul

Frailty, thy name is woman!

i always confuse the date.
valentines day is february 14th,
not the 12th.
earlier i couldn't figure out
why i kept confusing the days
but now i see.

sickness and selfish intentions.
everyone is allowed to screw up big once
its the second time
you commit the same crime
that makes you a disgusting person.
below a beast.
"O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would have mourned longer!
...
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her gallèd eyes"



Frailty, thy name is woman.