A Story by May

As I'm thrusting in and out of consciousness and this huge euphoria of pleasantry, I'm overwhelmed by the wave of intense cuddled weeps and cherry offers for more moments of extreme bliss. Sharing such adventures with the opposite sex is thrilling due to the knowledge that we must not succumb to evil we don't recognize. That's a f*****g lie though, you see, at this moment i pursue him by a bond of life and my soul. Even during hours which lack such physical release it is a prize to be with this lover. When i meet with my past one thoughts and complex conversations embedded with memories weave through the strands of tapped, broken hair clinging to our scalps, into our heads to the core of our minds, and if we so allow it, to our hearts where the plush is kept. I crave this one's pity, and lust for it when I've been suffocated for too long in their web to establish conscious, controlled thoughts. I've known that diamond no longer needed nor hungered for me, but it was not this thought which tore me down on those occasions, it was the theory that my life and futile beliefs simply acted as gauze to heal my wounds.
I am left with a scar. I despise the image of it, but it reminds me not to make the same mistake twice.

© 2011 May

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Added on April 8, 2011
Last Updated on April 8, 2011




I'm not super good at writing, but every once in a while i'll spit out something cute. more..

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