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Been with my boy for over seven months. That's the longest I've ever truely loved someone mutually. It feels.. well it doesn't feel much different from being single. Except we bicor like an old married couple mostimes. Doesn't matter what it's about, though it's usually video games. And it seems he does everything just to get on my nerves.
Lately what gets me really ticked off, is that he just doesn't stop touching me. I don't know if it's me being a b***h, but the last thing I'd want my boyfriend to do in public is grope me. It's very inappropriate and doesn't reflect well on his character aswell as mine. I screamed at him so much for it, yet he doesn't get it.
I am NO ONE'S property. And I shouldn't be treated as such.
As much as it annoys me, I stick around. I don't know why, but I do. Something just keeps me around him. I don't have to proove myself or anything when I'm around him. Most times I have no shame around him. It's like he's my best friend, and we always have fun when we hang out. And though he does things I don't like, it balances out with how he makes me feel.
Yeah... so um, in other news, I wrote an epic poem. And I know no one looks at this, so I'll post it.
An awkward disposition
You're slipping deeper
Into a hypnotic recollection
Your eyes on the reaper
A robe of pungent death, eminates with an odor
As you breath the last human breath, the corpse turns colder
A spirit seperates from the body, and you are led by your scythe clad master
The afterlife you did not forsee, with each step, fate arrives faster
Uncontrollable shudders and irk, waves of unrest rule your soul
In the darkness sin does lurk, and will soon consume you whole
Your lord of corruption leading the way to your eternal demise
Is not of flesh nor is human, as you close in on your prize
For the past life you led, influences wether you shall sing or mourn
A choice of a halo on your head, you traded for a crown of thorns
As the tall ebony gates of hell come to view through the thick atomosphere
This life after promising nothing well, only an eternity of wrath lies here
You pass through the gates and in hades you will remain
A place wrought of sin and hate, torment, torture and pain
The reaper had led you this far and does not speak nor motion
Curiousity strikes you for how long shall you continue this notion
Your master has stopped standing tall instilling fear
And to his knees he dropped, gripping his weapon close near
He spoke in tounges, if the sound could be described as so
Air filling your lungs, though your body was left long ago
Falling straight through the ground you stood on
Swiftly crumbling beneath you, Hades is long gone
The abyss you are captured by has wrapped you in darkness
Nearly sophicating by a sense of heartlessness
You're vision becomes clearer as you looks at yourself
Your hands are mearly bones, you must be someone else
You're doned in dark robes and hold your scythe in you hand
Sensing death in the human realm and walk off into the shadow land
You appear in a mortal world, with a soul scurrying to break free
Your scythe held high, you examine this mortal, still so young and fleshy
And one effortless slash is made, the spirit has emerged
You lead the way and drag him down,
back to the underworld.
-H.H.
 Refined Corruption · Mon Jun 26, 2006 @ 04:08am · 0 Comments |
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