7.11.07
Mendacious.
I know he's in love with her now and I know I ought not to care, know I gave up the right to care many moons past. And yet the thought sets my fingers trembling and my heart racing, my cheeks flush and my blood boils, and I can't help but think that every word from his perfect supple lips was a lie.
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alternate title: forever ain't what it used to be, or maybe it always was.
ReplyDeleteLove stinks.
ReplyDeleteum, what i think you meant to say is, love bites.
ReplyDeleteWell, clearly.
ReplyDeleteSadly, they always are.
ReplyDeleteI feel like I'm at a funeral and I don't know what to say.
ReplyDeleteOh, and the guy died because I screwed up, so it's even more awkward.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm wearing plaid.
ReplyDeleteAnd I have an erection.
ReplyDeleteAWKWARD.
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