Fucking Ruckus

Feb 24th, 2009 9:17:43 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Morose

It's no longer about me.
It's now something I owe.
I'm paying my debts.
I'm not having fun.
I'm afraid to let loose.
I'm afraid to have too much fun.
I can't allow myself the pleasure.
He is a person now, no longer a toy.
I can't use him.
I have to feel used.
I have to let him use me.
It wouldn't be right any other way.

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