Merry merry.
Hope y’all are having a great Christmas!
we fight about his girlfriend.
part of it is because I wish I could be with him,
and the other part is because she’s not good enough for him.
AT. FUCKING. ALL.
AT ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.
omg.
I WISH I could bump into her one day.
I’d slap the dog shit out of her.
Like how DARE you treat this man the way you do, you ungrateful, self centered, irresponsible -UUGGHHH.
bakery. [the art of flirting.]
I am insatiable.
but it comes as naturally as song.
pleasantly perfected to preform precise plays meant to perplex the person on the other end of the phone.
mamas say that when her fists rap into chests it’s just a love tap.
“baby she likes you”
& maybe i’d like you
if i didnt love him.
see you’re not him & my mind body and soul know it
never wanting to show it.
You’re too willing to hold me,
so you’ll wrap me in your arms only holding his place.
I might kiss your lips but I’ll swear it was his face.
A new type of dissimulation
A fresh batch of pastries for a each new patron.
Jimmy Neutron couldnt create a palate that could abhor my sweets.
The inimitable concoction of sugar and spice and everything nice.
I doctor them up; a slight hint of debauchery & cooked in forbiddings.
I am what mothers warn their sons of.
Yet my apron is only worn in his absence.
I stare at the closed sign waiting for it to turn.
Until then I’ll serve warm treats with a sticky sweet smile,
“wont you have a sample of our latest dessert?”
I havent posted on here in a while.
simply because i’m trying to be more real on my main blog.
but sometimes it’s nice to say something without it being reblogged a million times.
I just cried so much that my soul is drained.
I just stood in the shower & cried.
I tried to let it all go.
Let her go.
Let it go.
Let him go.
You never notice how hard it is.
I got to the point where I couldnt stand anymore.
I just sat there, crying.
& not all of this is about him.
hell most of it isnt about him.
It’s the constant refreshing of her pain in new forms.
