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Posted by Susan47 on December 24, 2005, at 0:31:47
when I remember the way your hair touches your collar, and every time you move your head, some curl of hair follows. You're an endearing guy you are, I envy every woman who sits with you now and ever. You're flirtatious, delicious, soft and hard at once ... I ate you up. Did you know?
Now I have the memory of your look .. my goodness you have a lovely look about you, the way you smile sheepishly and look upward, tilting the corners of your mouth, encouraging us to hold back with you.
You're naughty, you are.
But delicious, luscious where it really matters.
And you know it.
And you flaunt it, it's part of you and you use it shamelessly,
to the detriment of others.
And it's never really mattered before,
because you've always always gotten away with it,
somehow ...
but my heart, the one that fell completely,
the most imperfect one of all,
wouldn't let you get away with this tomfoolery anymore
And I know that someone, somewhere, is going to thank me
for being the one to crack the facade,
even if only for an instant in time ...
I saw it.
The crack opened for me, and you became visible out of it,
I saw you for yourself, you alone who you wanted me to see you ...
you're a witch.
You are.
Nobody but you, knows it. Nobody but us.
I know it.
You bewitched me with honesty.
Only a moment of it ..
one here, one there ...
enough.
Enough.
Posted by Susan47 on January 21, 2006, at 0:42:18
In reply to I Smile, posted by Susan47 on December 24, 2005, at 0:31:47
No. Not enough. Never, it's never enough. It never was and it never will be. I will never have that feeling ever again, the feeling of self-respect, when I thought I was seeing what I was not. What I wasn't. What wasn't there, was respect. And I didn't respect you, and you weren't honest. No, the honesty you showed me was that you truly had lied. Your gestures, the soft kindness of your voice, the gentleness behind your eyes .. they were lies. And I believed them, I was a complete idiot, like so many before me and so many now and ever ... how you must laugh. How your heart must dance with .. what? Joy? Satisfaction? A feeling of euphoria, of completeness because you can be whitewashed over, and over, and over again, you know how to create that, you create hope and pass it along to those who deserve, and you don't understand why that judgement of yours is so hurtful, so harmful .. you're too cunning, too many years of teasing has made you blind to yourself. But I loved you so much. God, I loved you. It was a disease. Truly.
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