Texting sweet nothings and whispering in your ear,
The spirit of abuse lingers in your hair.
Holding your hand and luring you towards her,
Relaxing your body like a professional seducer.
Slapping your arm like she heard a funny joke,
Tickling your neck until you finally choke.
Grabbing your hand with the force of love,
Bruising your ego as if your body wasn’t enough.
Wishing you the best with your next hard test,
She gives you luck in scars, scabs and the rest.
Water spills down as when you make a mistake,
More than your clothes are burned at the stake.
New year, new her, kinder and softer,
Twisting you around her tiny little finger.
Kissing your face, never been sweeter,
Grabbing your legs, pulling you underneath her.
Up and down the rollercoaster you go,
Clinging along for the ride although
You know you must leave her.
Started in August 2015. It’s been nothing but awesome. Looking forward to the future, and thank you to every one of you. ♥
“The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.”
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,300 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 38 trips to carry that many people.
Click here to see the complete report.
(I will try to post more often this year, but I’ll be super busy next semester. ಠ_ಠ And sorry for this late post update.)