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Written by AD
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Monday, 27 August 2007 |
The taste of coffee constricts around my tongue
If only I added more cream, less sugar
If you ask me, it’s worse than an international
Flight
To pour myself another cup of this vulgar concoction
Or to merely ignore the taste and carry on with my
Conversations of actual meaning rather than
Ramble City
If you ask me, which I don’t know why you would
Having one thick layer of after taste covered by another
Thick layer, which sifted to the bottom of the first is far
Worse
As I stare at the monochromatic surroundings
Or the dog at my feet or the dog in the pen or the
Cat, roaming and prowling around the property I’m left
Standing out
There’s a grotesque look on my face because of this
Flavor tightening it’s grip on my poor taste buds or maybe
Because of the ridiculous bee that I am absolutely
Terrified of.
Fucking Apple Juice…
But it all leads back to you, doesn’t it? In one sick way or
Another. It all leads back to you and you know it you seem to
Embrace it with such assurance that it leaves me frightened, worried and
Alone
I put my heart and soul into the mere passion of the thought of
Us being together and the ideals of the perfect relationship
Regardless of what anyone thought of us or their ridiculous
Allegations
Stupid Emotions…
After many relieving hours of freedom from the constrictions
It’s back the pain and anguish of the terrible heartaches and tastes of
Coffee it is far too late to turn back now or to even dream of
Dreaming
With no cream in the house, and milk not being able to
Suffice I was left with the worst concoction ever left
Imagined with not enough “whipped” cream and hardly any
Sugar
I’m sick of this taste, this cruel joke dancing around my
Tongue like the flickering flames of the passion we once
Shared so intimately or so my young mind wishes to
Think
With the temporary relief made possible by the ever so popular
“The L Word” and glasses and glasses of highly concentrated
Grape juice, the constrictions are very lightly lessening on my
Soul
Fucking….Fuck
But they return ever so loyally to haunt me of my poor choices in
Girls why yes world I am a homosexual I am not ill I am perfectly
Healthy my mind is strong and this is not an illness so please just
Accept me.
Do not tell me I am too young or too naïve or that it is just my
Hormones fucking with my mind do not hold me back or tell me that
Everyone else is pushing me into this thing that you won’t say
Homosexuality.
Fucking…Lesbianism
Why you don’t accept me as your daughter or sister or friend or as a
Person is beyond my capabilities of fathoming because I can accept
You though you smoke or drink or fuck everything in your path and you call me
Disgusting
My room is a mess because this is the only way I can express my anger and
Frustration brought forth by your close mindedness yet you do not
Understand that I am hurting because of you and you simply tell me “Clean your
“Closet”
Fucking…Parents
And it comes back to you again as I stare at my waffles and my second cup of
Coffee at 12:34 in the morning wishing I were anywhere except in my
Brain where I am left alone with my thoughts and images of course of
You
I shall one day find something to release the constrictions of this vile
Concoction off of my tongue and maybe then allow you to invade someone else’s
Thoughts and I can tell them the key to releasing you and your death
Grip
Fucking…
I Need a Glass of Water
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