I put pen to paper, fingers to keys, take a deep breath and begin with ease
These thoughts flow naturally, sometimes too quick to comprehend.
Sometimes they don't even make sense so I analyze and assay, grasping desperately trying to hold ontoyesterday. The way your house still smells exactly the same, even after all these years. The way the truthis devestating and still brings me to tears. The way your bedroom, ten years later looks so small. The way I mean nothing to you at all.Of course, I know better, I always do. But I guess tonight I am feeling lonely,and you just picked the right room. Shaking uncontrollably it is obvious I do not want to stay, but my hesitation is only seeming to get in your way. You make promises that are broken before they even escape your lips and speak words unspoken as you watch the motion of my hipsYou tell me guilt is an illusion, to have faith that G-d will see us through. You speak of celebicy and then you make your move. Youdon't take no for an answer, persuassion is the key. Manipulation is how you succeed. I am lost, of that you can see, a perfect target for yourtrickery. I fall easily into bed, but I am not that kind of a girl. I am just a little girl lost in this great big scary world. I just want someone who will take me by the hand, and say something infinitely original and awe inspiring and actually mean it...for once.