... Well...
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I don't think I'm even the slightest bit gay anymore. I am of course, still very attracted to women, but to date one again? Hell no. Molly and Aura traumatized me way to much. But if me and Laurito break up.. I'll be done with guys :| I think after all this time joking about it, I might really become a nun.


.. the fuck.
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bleh.
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Obsession
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Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)
Then what am I feeling (Then what am I feeling)
what am I doing wrong
Amor, no es amor (if this aint love)
Is this an illusion that I have in my heart?

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Parasite.
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And if you read this, well that's all on you:
no poems to hide behind, don't let words be your tool
to get to me.. again. I'll say my piece, and let it be

but this has been eating me alive for the longest.

And..

If you hate me: well, maybe it's for the better,
as I read every last message, as if it where your goodbye letter.
Instead of you just shoving me out of your life
like I was nothing but someone to pass by the time:
used, you said you felt, but in the end who really used who?

I stood, with doubt written on my face, so clear for you to see:
and I swear, I hope she let's you down, and does the same thing you did to me.
I hope she disappoints you, every time you trust again..
and every picture you've painted with her pale pretty face
melts into your mind, becomes that stain you cant erase:

on knees, I begged, I wished, I've prayed.
That for once your heart is the one that get's played.

I hope she ruins you: and every fairy tale you read brings tears to your eye's.
I hope she steals something from you.. like your will to be alive,
like mine. She stole. She crept. She .. was just like you.
A parasite.
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Far From It: My New 'Never Again'
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In these cobwebbed corners of this well worn book:
sits a picture, torn and wrinkled, covering in dust and soot.
There are faces, and sweaty hands, covering in glowing spots,
there are girls looking so vindictive, there are boys posing for the shot:
he is smiling, and I am grinning, as our secret moment's.. caught.

Three years ago I was simple, made of Starbucks and bright things.
I was oh so very different, covering in bangles, and studded rings.
My heart was always indifferent, sitting eagerly on my sleeve,
looking here and there for the next, and better thing.

Heartbreaks will always change you,
and "I've moved on" will always sting.
Even when the loves been long gone,
you still feel that tiny little something
clinging to that.. last beat.

Last kiss.
Last note.
Last poem.
Last.. anything.

To reassure yourself it was worth it.

She really loved you,
or he really cared.
That regardless of the "not" speaking,
they'd keep promises.. and still be there.
That even states couldn't separate
the 'feelings', or chances you put at stake..

I am standing on rocks, sitting so very high,
standing quiet. I am rethinking choices, regretting
and fretting, lecturing myself about the never again's:

Never, ever, again's.
Not you
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I want..
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to forget you exist. And be able to live out my day's fine, without one thought of you ever crossing my mind again. I want you to leave me alone, for good. And if I ever see you.. I want to be able to walk right on past you, and be able to restrain myself from punching you in that disgusting lie filled abomination you call a mouth.
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