Monday, November 3, 2008
nautical stars
They leave marks upon her body as if to tell the world they were there. They scar and bruise her skin just to make sure she’s the same. She’s just the same as the rest. For underneath that tough exterior, behind the words and cold disposition, there’s still a girl. The same girl who loved piggy back rides from her dad. The one who loved the kisses from her mum and the cookies from her grandmother. Even still under the skin she’d given to the boys she’s slept with, the naïve boys she gave her body to, the innocence is still there. She still gets scared when they look at her like that. When they wrap their arms tightly around her, her heart still beats faster, and every time she’ll think its love; of course its love. Contrary to the popular beliefs of her actions as misadventures, she truly believes they’re acts of purity. She doesn’t care if they don’t believe her intentions. All she wants is a chance to feel- and the only way she can feel is when the tender hands touch rough skin.
Is it wrong- Or is it right?
Who is there to judge her but her own god. Her god who is no one. Her faith is lead by her own hand, and just give her a reason to give up her life choices to an unseen being, and she’ll do it. But first, where’s the truth. The truth never existed.
The truth is overrated, like so many things, and maybe just like the love she yearns for.
Labels: light exposure, pornography, ramble, thought process
Posted at 1:00 AM
