yes, yes, yes, jack, i know youre right. the three truths. in my own truth all is well. is it so hurtful or wrong to be interested in other's truths? and what they think of me? what exactly, are those people thinking? i am less of a fatale for wondering earnestly what a cute boy like him thinks of me. and i want to ask him and find out, i want to be forward and interested in his thoughts and work my fingers thru his hair like surgery while he talks. in between ourt first drink of the night and the inside kiss i give him when he leans over to shut the alarm off in the morning. what, my dear, is your truth, when you arc up and whisper unintelligibly in dream talk, sinking down in a cold twitch? this morning i dreamt of milk and blueberries, yea, but i also dreamt that your school professors stockings were twirling from your ceiling fan above me...i guess thats just a fancy way to say i am unsure of you and prefer to be assured. gah.
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Does the whole boy fauning over you happen to you too?
I get these random guys telling me they love me and shit when they don't know me. It weirds me out really. I just find it odd that these boys are willing to do anything for me, yet all the "real" boys here won't even pay me a second glance. It's just the notion of fantasy. They can create me how ever they want.
But you really are my fantasy. Why, because you're purrrfect.