January 21, 2006

The Pleasure is Mine

She caresses me.
Why this anger?
He's enjoying my pleasure.
She gave herself to the one who destroyed us.
I felt jealous, worthless, betrayed.
I can be good or adored, not both.
I choose goodness. I'm not like him.
Get out, demon.
He's dead, and I'm alive.
This pleasure is mine, not his.
I am me.
I deserve to live: good and adored.
I choose both.
I deserve this.
There was so much holding back.
There is so much potential.
I can't stop laughing.