dressing by Angela Thomas it's like my whole body is full of oil and vinegar. a feeling I can't reconcile. between sitting on bricks outside my apartment and laying in bed with your arms as my solace. she was probably upset when the text popped up, "I miss you." from your loyal employee, best for the business, a soldier. you're telling me this and the oil stirs, turbulent, then your lips are on my forehead and I'm trying not to cry. I escape to the ladies room and let it out. I need air. I need to breathe. I'm trapped between an impossible feeling that's a lot like love and a churning burning knowing that what I'm doing is wrong. the night passes and I sleep heavy, troubled by images of your boys on your stomach and your face and how will this all turn out? I'm mad for you. I'm apeshit fucking crazy with feelings. I'm breaking all my own rules. for you. 08/15/2009 Posted on 08/31/2009 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)