Tuesday 1/01/2008 01:43:00 AM

I used to tell him I was unhappy and he'd say it was my fault. I think he said it to himself more than me.

Some men love too much. Others not at all. I don't which ones are wrong.

Maybe both.

Maybe neither.

I only know what I've been. Stranger either way. I only know what they've told me. Little lies become big ones.

It's finally tomorrow and I don't know what to do with it. Scanning my life for moments to remember. To want back. It's easy to ask for forgiveness when you can't see their faces. They want to love anyone, not just you.

Or they don't want it at all.


Like apples fallen.


Based on words skin never said.


The complexities of the sins we call truth.

Deciding who i'll be born in next. Some stiff penis playing the pontious to my vagina. As if eden still rememeber ejecting us.

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