Number 9

[MysteryGirl]

My notebook and I got into a fight again.

It was one of my favorites, where it gets psychical.

I jotted down some sh*t inside of you,

and you threw it back at me wadded up like it was nothing.

I stabbed a pen into the lower half of the page,

and you taunted me with lines.

I said f*ck it and f*cked you across the room,

And told you if you didn’t hold me back,

I was going to f*cking cum.

[Delta40]

Ah. I don't know anything about you of course but again it reeks of impulsive youthfulness.

I punched a pillow and it gave me nothing back...

[MysteryGirl]

Thank you for the comment, Delta.
I punched a pillow and it gave me nothing back...
This is great. Haha. Classic.


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I feel small.

But we, darling, are large.

We’re larger than a day in the rain, soaked in smoke filled air with our shirts clinging to our skin like a magnet.

We’re larger than a night on the town with city lights gleaming brighter than the smiles that remind us of our happiness.

We’re larger than the houses on our neighborhood street, where we grew up and still come to when things get too tough.

We’re larger together, than as one.