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Slow process I was weary of being a physical object, rather than a friend of five years. Adolescence began to appear, His mother noticed our hormonal adventures (for which I will forever be sorry). I stopped trying, I lacked respect for him, And his cold, clammy hands. Red, inquisitive. Our friendship crumbled away like ancient architecture, I swam in the world of the obscene Lying naked on a blanket with another (who wanted only me) Surrounded by the cover of trees, an unattractive dream at 15. But! I have since forgiven myself... My lips had formed the word "no" for the last fucking time At least I escaped with my hymen unharmed... |
thank god for the last two lines hormones aren't to blame for weakness of will, sex is for marriage, and as much as it pains me to have to state that, the problem is that sex isn't just sex, there is so much shame and guilt and judgment and mockery and lacking of love involved the only real way to know your not being taken for a laugh in the locker room is to not have your pictures taken nor choose to lay with a dude until they prove their fidelity, which is mostly absent in this world sorry to be the bearer of bad news but men lie about fidelity more than they lie about love... which is like the spider and the fly but thats what we do... men that is ,,, the bad ones anyway,,, they lie about love to prove falsely fidelity then they cheat and lie more to get their waste out...and into a girl... i hate waste like men like that... good luck young thing... | Posted on 2010-02-11 00:00:00 | by leocrates | [ Reply to This ] | |