the first said he wasn't ready. stabbing me with such exquisite pain, it's waves rushing through the sensual borders of my being. reduced me to questionable worthlessness. summed me up with a phrase - i didn't even deserve a sentence.
the second i hurt. no excuses. except for not believing in a subjective emotion. he was a breath of fresh air. perhaps my system had already grown accustomed to the pollutions of man. move on, i said. he had other ideas.
the third. played a game. he enjoyed masochistically. allowed it to wash over him. apparently he hurts too. or something to that effect.
no more.
here's to crap.
6 comments:
ei.. i hope i am not intruding here.. but nice talaga ang posts dito.. got the link from g4m..
ei no biggie... comments r gr8ly appreciated... unless im in a bad swing...lolz
thnx. glad u lyk them... i guess...
yup i do like it.. i don't know how you gonna take it.. but i have affinity for soberness.. la lang adik eh..
cheers!
haha... i get ya. sorry medyo sobrang tagal ng reps q... dmi crisis e.
i like your writing style. it's very simple and honest.
keep 'em coming.
thanks... im currently too busy with the trappings of the 'real' world... so i dont have much time to put in new posts...
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