Thursday night parties shouldn’t even exist. But, you know. Alcohol has been a distant acquaintance for the past two years, until recently. Put two and two together and I’m sure you’ve figured out that I drank myself into Friday morning. S.P.G was around (I’m often the one around him) and the vodka told me to be nice. Real nice. Affectionate, kissy on the back of the head nice. Don’t care if anyone notices nice. Decided to crash at his place nice. I had just finished talking to D.W.G that day about the trouble that his younger brother by four minutes has put me through. Ignoring my attempts to contact him, making sure our eyes never meet, awkward smile, fake hug troubles. Our conversation revolved around S.P.G and his current shift towards the dark side of socializing. We sympathized on the college campus grass and he kissed me. Once, and again, again, and we had to do it again. D.W.G was now physically attracted to me. I hopelessly fall for the conversationalist with a large vocabulary. But, Thursday night liquor pointed out S.P.G’s posture and witty voice. I climbed into bed with him.. While his older brother by four minutes slept next to us until he felt my presence in the room. I felt his anger immediately. And explained everything to S. Everything as in my reaction to his lack of communication and excess physical attention (Not that it was entirely his fault) and it came down to me saying.. “I think D. likes me.” His response: “I think so too..” Of course I knew D. likes me, he gave me the sweetest attention on short notice. So there I was.. stuck. I knew it was bound to happen. I lifted the six comforters that S. has on his bed off of me and climbed into D’s bed. I felt his soul sink and his body tremble.. “why?” “You told me how he’s treated you..” “Why?” “I’ve already been through this..” and I told him who I really cared about. The three of us sat in silence while I cradled D. in my arms. Words needed to be shared, and slowly they began to flow out of us through apologies. I can’t deny that I’m glad that we’re all honest with one another. D. knows what I’ve done with S. and S. knows how I care about D. (and what we haven’t done) Surely it’s working it’s way out the right way, but I myself need to become a stronger me in this kind of situation. As well as S. He knows what he’s doing.. and what he shouldn’t try to do.
Spent a night with one brother and had my first taste of blue. of sharp k9s of poison ivy rashes of attached earlobes of May 26th of soft masculine moans of Samurai Champloo of holding hands in separate beds
But it’s all evaporated up into the air. He’s not interested in me anymore.
But his brother is. I wont
I can’t get the ice glare image out of my memories.. Can’t help but want to mix mud brown with crystal clear. Gazing loving glares.. The loving never truly existed in one It may be possible with the other
I performed Neti Yoga nasal sodium chloride rinse on myself to ease my congestion and I told my bestfriend all about it.. Bocaj: “How’d it feel.” Anubis Coi: “Like drowning yourself, but it’s good for you.”