Time has a way of unraveling hope, diluting faith. Giv en a couple of idle seco nds trust boils like an an gry kettle and evaporate s like steam. Contentment is a temporary illness of the mind. It slides psycho tically back and forth bet ween comfort and pain squeezing out honesty in unsolicted confessions Love is a fucking liar. That is w hy I believe in this moment and nothing else. Yvonne (c)1998 _________________________________________________________________ drip drip drip drip drip like plucking my forehead with your middle finger over and over annoying irritating reminders that the only thing you didn't take when you left me was the kitchen sink Yvonne (c)1997 _________________________________________________________________ Rolling with the Punches each day i watch him crawl out of bed like clockwork he goes thru the motions of waking up feels around the bed makes sure i'm still down and rolling with the punches makes sure i didn't finally "get it" and disappear in the night feels around himself makes sure the big john's there he touches it and laughs he thinks it keeps me here one eye opens as he drags by and i think "God, I hate him", the way his boxers crawl up the crack of his ass the way my forehead slaps his belly the way wet kisses became slobbering slow grooves became dry humping & my neighbor's ass became the remote control of his smile the way everyday, like clockwork he goes thru the motions of waking up but never really does yvonne (c) 1997 _________________________________________________________________ Mark The last time I saw the bastard he was soaking in my bath water pretending he owned me. We slept together on the first date and although it didn't end with the star spangled banner at full blast I gave an award winning performance to keep him coming back, which eventually became the problem. On holidays, birthdays, family reunions, he'd show up breathing lust in my face and I'd end up reprising my role as "the woman who faked it". Mark never had a job except at that restaurant when he couldn't pay the bill and even then, he laughed the whole time. Still, I loved him hard as hell, like a mother loves her unborn even though he kicks the shit out of her. Mark was in my gut. One day he crawled his funky ass into my bathwater, with the last bit of bath-beads left from a two year old birthday present and I knew I'd had enough, and even though they were the expensive kind, it didn't stop a dirt ring from forming around the tub. Funny how the sight of that finally made me leave. Yvonne (c)1999 _________________________________________________________________ Jimmy Jimmy , please don't hit me again I'll be a better friend I promise not to tell a soul you cheated on the test or that your father left. Jimmy, please don't hit me again I'll be a better girlfriend Next time I swear I'll remember no pickles and extra cheese and pepper makes you weeze Jimmy, please don't hit me again I'll be a better lover Who's the man? You're the man. Whose is it? It's yours Jimmy and always on all fours Jimmy Jimmy, please don't hit me again I'll be a better wife Potatoes on Mondays, Rice on Sundays Make sure the ice tea's sweetened and don't talk while you're eatin'. Jimmy, please don't hit me again I'll be a better mother I swear that I'll try harder to make baby sleep all nite and keep the little bitch out of your sight Jimmy, please don't hit me again I'll be a better widow I promise you I won't forget the terror in your eyes when first you realized the gun was loaded. Jimmy, don't you EVER hit me again yvonne (c)1997 _________________________________________________________________ Backgrounds & Graphics By Let me know you were here! Ready to continue your journey?
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