Well, what do you expect?

by onthebus2002

Posted to Stories on 2001-12-06 12:42:00

So sitting with an empty bottle, as it turns to be the only friend I have , constant and unmoving, I remember times when I walked amongst the makers and was loved. Now just some crazy sexual fantasy, I wither in beauty beneath the longing gaze of the untouchable. She shivered and shaked and …should I be considering murder? Is it right to hate your own mother? I feel like shit as I pace between the words of others and know that the power is held elsewhere. What can beauty be, when its within the mind of someone out of reach? Its just a constant pain, an ache thats needless, if you just let it be.
Christ,I long to ache with love, but feelings are just that little out of reach,and I sigh and turn with the wants of youth, meaning nothing, I dont give a fuck, I dont even want to be for you, just want to know I exist, feel it, running through my veins,
I want to scream with the patheticness of it all, at the goddamn not knowing of the little people, ah christ when did I get so bloody shitty with people? when did I start thinking they were worthless? what the hell has gotten into me?
I just want that touch, the one that tells me that Im not going to go as insane as my mother, I dont want it from my father, fuck no, I dont want it from my brother in law and I dont want it from any dude trying to get their kicks with some blonde. Wheres the touch of love? The gentle tide turning want of someone whos gonna be around for more than a five minute fuck?
Christ the bottles empty…..again.

Haze

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