somehow, the thought of being back here again made me feel all the emotions i didnt know i was capable of feeling all at once, again.
it’s almost amusing that how a certain place, or person, could stir up memories that you thought you’ve clearly forgotten— or the ones that you’ve tried so hard to bury.
and that facade that you’ve worked so hard to build came crashing down; all on that instance, destroying everything that you’ve accomplished— just because of that small, insignificant comment which reminded you of all the reasons you love about him.

I'm not sure what I'd do without you.
I've gotten so used to your
voice
and
laughter
that I don't think I could ever remember
anything other than you.
So really, what would I do without you?

She is the oldest of the corner girls. She finds it harder for her to get a customer. She has the most experience and last she herd she thought having a no gag reflex and being flexible as **** was a good thing. But, aprently not so much these days. So she walks the street another time making sure the cop goes by and wont see her take off her coat to reveal her stunning legs well she thought they were stunning for a 46 year old corner girl. Cop goes by and she takes off the coat. She needs at least one customer tonight or she wont be able to pay rent. She Knows if she doesnt make rent she will be out on her ***. She makes a lap around the corner thinking she looks extra **** tonight theres no way someone would pass her up. She made sure of it. She notices a trucker that stops and she knows around here they pay the most and if they like what they get they tell their friends witch means more business. She struts her stuff over to him and climbs in making small talk. Thats not what he want and she just wants to get paid. He takes off and she starts ******* pretty big she thought not to bad. She is doing her best putting every inch down her throat making him moan and he **** in her mouth. That was quick and easy 60 bucks will do her just fine. She doesnt have to stand around half the night looking for someone else another 20 tommorrow and she has this months rent plus money for food. Gladly she gets out of the truck and heads back to her apartment. Just another night as a corner girl.

I woke up this morning;
hesitant in which mask i should wear today;
looking at the long row of knock-off characters,
i thought maybe i should make yet another fake persona
One for the record books
One in which everyone would want to wear
To paint this mask i would use everyone's same ideas.
At this place- there are a lot of same painted masks.  
It seems everyone is taking something from someone,
Not stealing- but pilfering through the closet-full of masks
looking,
searching-
Those thieves don't know what's coming

Strangers.
Her and I were nothing but
Strangers.
And out of everyone,
I chose to save her.
I chose to be her refuge.
But...
Where did that leave me?

Broken

I am bound by the shackles
of rationale and reason.
They wear at my ankles
and wrists.
I pick at the itching scabs.
I know you had the key once,
but you lost it
in a struggle against
your own heart.
Now, you’re sprinting towards me
at full speed,
lock pick in hand.
Face red, you fumble it
with your hands,
like a child’s.
You’re half-sobbing,
half-chuckling
and biting my ear.
The shackles come off.
Then, I lose myself in you
and never find my way out.