Saw an old friend today who reminded me of who I am. He said you’re smart and you’re beautiful and you’re funny and you’re driven and you’re clever. I wondered to myself why clever was not the same as smart. He said you’re clever because you know how to get what you want but you’re settling for scraps because you don’t think you deserve the best. He said it frustrates me to see you after all these years not getting what you deserve not being loved by somebody and cherished.
Month: September 2019
I stood on the edge yesterday.
Contemplating if it was worth it to live
Or if I was ready to say goodbye.
Was it a life I wanted?
Was there more?
Or was this it.
I walked away
Lived another day
But that cliff keeps calling me back
Work
Watching people work can be a magical thing. You learn a new side of someone. The professional them. A person with restraint in sake of a paycheck. You see the way theY read people. The judgment on their face.
They’re are more cautious. More subtle in their movements. They sometimes take on a whole new tone.
It’s the little things
They way a lover would bite my shoulder
As he fucked me deep from behind
Or how I’d ride him
As his tongue was in mouth
Using my wet holes
Making them even wetter