CindyCB

"It's that sick feeling again that starts in my head moves to my stomach bile sitting there like wet cement that will harden you'll need a jackhammer to break it down into tiny pieces and carry it off ..."

"What's the point of whispers in my ear? By the sea I bleed for you I fear Your whispered words The truth you say The lies I find Do our lives really need to be intertwined? Eternally you say I need to..."

"You take what you want when you want use me abuse my heart take advantage of my kindness I should be more of a bitch stop by for sex when it's convenient for you never when it's for me just for me tha..."

"Tomorrow I will fly free with the clouds beneath my feet slide on rainbows catch sunrays with every heartbeat Tomorrow I will love you with a passion so deep wrap my arms around your soul broken hear..."

"you make me sick physically ill I, the one who keeps it all inside, let it all out for you my words of desperation and need needy wanting bitch is that what you're thinking? I have no clue I can only..."

"it was wild not wild enough for my untamed soul as we drove from the bar in the snow all the way home running up the stairs to the kitchen for water I drank him lust in every room I won't falter wanti..."

"freaks and geeksand weed aboundlike furniture left on the curbeveryone slows downto watch this madness soberwould surely make you insanea pill for thisa pill for thata drink at sunriseis it your first..."

"Was there a line around the block to get into my bed when we first met? There is now. I'll let you cut in front. When it rains it pours. Be my shelter from this storm of men that steal my soul an..."

"Hazy brainshungover toastsoaks up the gunksitting in my stomachin and out of sleepcurled up with our blankets in a heapat our feetcold toesnose blowswe have all dayto sitlie laytoo lazy to playmaybe s..."

"Saturday night and the livin' is wild air so thick it sticks to my lips kiss me in my smoke raged fit taste me sweet, ripe, berries, just waiting to be dipped... Written July 27th, 2001 © on Jul 27 2..."

"Years of what she could never call livingIn this house that was not a homeEchoes of rage-filled passiongrafitto the yellowed wallsShe has taken all she needsleaving everything behindStriking the match..."