LS (7-15-88 / Bellingham, WA)

Torn In Two.

I sit here in this class thinking of her,
My regret is so huge I cannot think.
It has been months since she married her sir.
Without her to brighten my day, life stinks.

I sit here in this class thinking of him,
Is he really what I am looking for?
He only wants me fulfill his whim
Only for sex; I feel like a big whore.

I am torn; Agirl I cannot have,
A boy with physical, trivial needs.
The words her and I exchanged I will save.
He likes to be oral but...differently.

I am not used of external organs
and the constant need to be physical.
I know little of the strange world of men,
Only that with her will complete my soul.

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Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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