twenty days in france. twenty minutes i kissed him. twenty faces to miss. twenty stars at dusk. twenty cigarettes and the pack's finished. this is for guillome, for gregoire, for helene & jeanne, for pierre. for a life i won't ever have again.
someone whispers, whore... i wring my hands together as if i'm cleaning laundry. it doesn't wash me clean. [ap english essay on being a sinner in Jonathan Edward's infamous sermon Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God]
[the ending of boyfriendgirlfriend, the beginning of true love]. so we didn't work out the way you wanted. but i'm happier whoring it up and knowing that i'll always be abused in someone's arms. [is that unhealthy?]
Poetry: Love - Rated: T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 1 - Words: 178 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 10-17-06 - Complete