leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- gimme I'm on a drama jones. Missing bruises and sex in parked cars in winter. Missing sobbing fights and making up. Missing pulling over on road trips for the unexpected. Being carried up the stairs. Not speaking for days and the way D would read my answer in my eyes. My experiment. How much will you love me? How much can you stand? Can I make you as crazy as me if I try? Childhood never taught me boundaries, or balance, or how love worked. Call it 18 and learning to crawl. Putting everything within reach in my mouth and throwing things down the heating vent to listen to the clinking. That makes me 12 or 13 now. Yeah, that sounds about right. Everything more intense than it should be. Life with no skin. No protective layer. But that's not all bad. Makes the beautiful earth-stopping. Too bad there's not more beautiful. 1:21 p.m. - April 30, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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