Shopping List Prose

I like meeting strangers, I like talking till sunrise, I like feeling like a kid again, I like sticking my toes in the sand, I like finding all the layers in the person in front of me, I like being surprised by a misconception, I like being right about things without knowing it, I like that there might be nothing more to it, I like that I don’t particularly care, I like having shared a moment.

I don’t like how things get clearer when the sun’s out…and there are people all around peering into your moment…

…but it’s still my moment

Fuck you

Fuck you. Fuck you for getting inside my head. Fuck you for haunting my subconscious sleep. Fuck you for being in my conscious. Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you for telling me everything I wanted to hear. Fuck you for taking it all back. Fuck you for moving on without batting an eyelash. Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you for being so nice. Fuck you for being an asshole. Fuck you for being everything in between. Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you for ruining other guys for me. Fuck you for breaking my one month rule. Fuck you for snaking your way back in. Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you for every time you weren’t there for me. Fuck you for the one time you were there. Fuck you for being there when I didn’t want it. Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you for breaking my heart. Fuck you for blaming me for it. Fuck you for doing it all in a half-assed way. Fuck you.

Fuck me for ever wanting you back. Fuck. Show me you’re not worth it.

No, fuck you, ya binit…get it together already…

A long time ago, but…

out of the shared selfishness of intimacy….

my heart no longer pounds

NOW…

onto better things

…but it does hurt

 

That one person is given the power to decide for all who you are

That people will believe what they are told about you

That you can feel it & pretend it’s not happening

That a story can get so twisted without words

That a reputation may make or break you

That you let it happen

That it is so common

That it is the norm

That it happens

That it is…

.

.

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….is disgusting

Saddam?

لا تأسفن على غدر الزمان لطالما رقصت على جثث الأسود كلاب - ما قصدها تعلو على أسيادها تبقى الأسود أسود و الكلاب كلاب

Woe not the treachery of time; the bodies of lions have long been danced upon by dogs - Though they intend to rise above their masters, lions will remain lions, and dogs will remain dogs.