Rage in Captivity

So I met this chivalrous prince charming. We had a great thing going all night.

I held his drinks while he lit his cigarettes, all in the middle of a raging mosh pit. 

Classy and trashy 2012

Sometimes, there’s so much to the story that others don’t know.

And sometimes, that story never gets told.

“I dreamed I stopped traffic in my maidenform bra”

Physical love is a delight- 
one to be chewed upon as often and as freely as a handful of sesame seeds. 

It’s silly how sometimes, you’re so certain of not belonging.                        
You’re so certain that those joyful smiles aren’t yours. 
You’re so certain that those bright sunny mornings aren’t meant for you.
You’re so certain that no one quite understands those little gestures.
Sometimes, you’re just so certain that this life doesn’t belong to you anymore. 
Certainly, it never has. It was never meant to be. And it never will.  

I’m certain though that those trialed tears aren’t yours.  
I’m certain that those whispered secrets weren’t meant to be exposed.
I’m certain of the endless transfiguration in this unmarked world.

I am most certainly certain that I just don’t belong.