i don't want a boy toy. i don't want a barrel. i don't want a regret. i don't want to be your possession. i don't want to be your obsession. i don't want any candy. i don't want your money. i don't need to ask your name twice. we can't start over again ADD. loves the tv. she put on her apron. not to cook. but so the cigarrette buds wouldn't leave ashes on her work outfit. no more hugs. not even a look. just a farwell to your oldest sperm. they don't know how to let me bleed. I always hear Chris in the back of my mind saying, "what's done is done..." i have to say, i love the way he ruined me. I trust his words more than my own. and it's because of him that i know what to do now. what a fucked up carefree soul to pin down with another thank you to one of his games in the corner. tomorrow I'll replace another day, and we can finish the nude picture we started. just a shadow of what i used to be I've never known love to have one face. forever gone, forever you