Wednesday, 7 February 2007
04:26:17 PM (GMT)
But why would you want to read about kids who tried to kill themselves?
Here we go. Probing. Why must she always start this?
It had been a great night.
One of entangled bodies and almost silent gasps.
I licked my lips, the bitter sting of salt fading fast.
Tell me, Louis.
I don’t know.
I won’t give in,
Don’t reply and she may just forget.
Don’t move and the cat may not pounce.
I hate fights like this.
In the end…They scar and itch to heal.
Not unlike the fights I conduct with myself.
I mean, I am protesting the urge to make you return that book!
No. She won’t quit.
This is when it’s too much,
Damn my hopeless over reacting emotions.
Liquid warmth blemishes my lashes.
I don’t know, Mom…
Maybe because I can relate.