He is gone and I am here and I don't mind
I'm not worrying or waiting or anything of the kind
I have taken this time to perform a "selfish" act
Writing, thinking, and doing for myself isn't jacked...
In the least.
I miss MK and all the things we used to do
Shoot hoops, watch movies, 2a.m. muffin eating too
I am pushing down the fear that these times are lost
Because I don't want that and will try at whatever cost
To get them back.
I try my best not to dwell in the past
Happiness and good times seem to be fading fast
I know it's possible to make it good right now
But sometimes I get discouraged because I don't know how
To feel really happy again.
I am glad I married SW but I feel we argue too much
Nothing seems to get resolved, completed, or anything of the such
Anyone would be a fool to let this one go
Despised, surprised, a stupid choice...so
I will never do that.
I don't have a job and some think I dwell(but I accomplish a lot)
In fact, I write and read and explore and walk
I walk because I want--not because before me lie so many hours
Through this I can relax and release any such powers
That might posess me.
When I say something good I am still opposed
He's defensive, astonished...that's how it always goes
I desire completely for him to just disrobe
To get excited and horny and tear off his clothes
So we can bang.
As you can see I am often sporadic
Constantly switching my thoughts; becoming erratic
Lately I haven't written a long story in any respect--
Showing my obvious incapability to stick to one subject
For any length of time.
And I just love it that I can do something like this
Expel, repel, continually not miss...
Write something that expresses exactly what I feel
Jacked, cranked, happy...the whole deal
For anyone to read.
Reason for writing:
Confusion, depression, & sex drive. FYI, the term "muffin eating" is *not used as a metaphor. Take that for what it is.
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