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by Jena Sep 14, 2004 category : Life, society / other
I just walked in to find you with her, pain becomes inevitable, and my vision a blur. Once again you'll try to come up with a good excuse, but we both already know that this time it's no use. She begins to get dressed, and you say your goodbyes; I wonder if she's use to your usual lies. As her clicking heels fade slowly outside that familiar door, the hurt inside me is growing, and I feel our love no more. As I silently begin to pack my things, you being to pace; you're trying so very hard, but you still can't read my face. Truly I don't hate you, I just pity your way of living; you never stopped your taking, and I blindly kept on giving. The one thing that I never gave you, is the thing that I'll treasure the most; when it came to this sexual matter, with me you could never boast. I turn and walk out that familiar door, and this is the last time, I'm sure I feel so very clean and pure, just knowing that the greatest possession I took with me is indeed my virginity. (K.1) (05/03/98)