I'm thinking I hate people.
Lives spent playing games.
People, be they male or female are odd.
Okay, only at times.
They get under your skin.
A niggling pin.
They're grinning.
Ear to ear,
Lips meet lips.
Holding hands, clutching at fingertips and plastic straws.
Like the ones you met before.
A needle to wriggle.
You know what, I don't think it's true.
I have friends that are special...Probably you.
I have space, ****** space, newly created made of lace.
And I love it.
I love my friends.
New and old.
My space is skimmed with a coating of gold.
Yes I love my friends.
But, I also love my space.
(C) LIVVI