Beneath Lucifer's Claws...

You were my blue moon.

I’m positive you have venomous fangs when no one is looking…

You have no idea how fabulous I think you are. I really want you to live on my bed and be mine forever.

I don’t like being taken for granted.  I really don’t.  Makes a person feel like all they do, all they put out doesn’t make a damn bit of difference in the long run.  Which hurts.  Feels like salt in the wound.  Or wounds, as the case may be.  

All of this makes me utterly exhausted.  

It’s always disconcerting to have a dream about one’s ex having a kid.  Leaves you with an awful taste in your mouth.

Aveda Institute.  I’m gonna make it happen.

I have neglected you recently in favor of my new phone.  Which is also my new boyfriend.  I had to break up with my iPod, but we decided to remain friends.  So I apologize, sweet ramblings.  I will try and make more time for you, I promise.

It’s always a long day when I don’t hear from you.

Makes me apprehensive.

Nervous.

Almost twitchy.

Time seems to go a bit slower, too.

Or maybe that’s just my head and I’m typing it right now for the hell of it.

Too many thoughts go back to you on long days like this.

Sort of like all roads lead to Rome.

It’s one of the most fucked up conundrums I have ever seen in my entire life.

And as we all know what my life has been like, that should say something.