Where were the right words? Dangling little bits of hope appears around the edges of her pretty little mouth. Stuck in between the front teeth was denial ready to be pick out. Silly optimistic, I do love your lips. I want to rip them off and make it kiss the ass of the real world.

Soulmates

She desired to kiss, touch, and feel her lovers but to never become their possession. They were all too unworthy, of such love.

Its wrong to hold oneself in such high esteem, some may suggest. Such a pretentious nature will only lead her down a path of eternal loneliness.

But that is wrong to assume such thoughts about her. If she ever found herself in love, no longer will she wants be her own person. Too long has she lived for herself and desired her soul to become one with the other. You and me would become us. As it should be for soulmates.

If one was prepared to give themselves so fully to another human being then is it in their rights to be finicky?

She thought so.

Half way and still growing

Life was not meant to be complex. Yet she was tangled inside of multiple webs of complications. Growing silk strands of thoughts, actions, decisions, requests, realizations, the list continues on and on. 

The trigger was a feeling of irritation. It grew and buzzed around like an invisible bee. She had forgotten the cause, but remembered the sting. She wasnt free to begin with but it was something she could almost manage to live with. (most of the time)

But now.

Today was a horrible day, but at the same time she knew that it will be perfect compared to the next.