� Fool's Gold � 2006-11-08 � 10:35 a.m. �
I'm realizing... why I never knew this before, I don't know... that it's human nature to take without giving.
I see that my soul is different from yours, and hers and his... and there are NOT a hundred people like me - like this.
Maybe this is my life lesson... part of it... that at the end of the day I know only a handful of people will hold me up... or pull me from the muck.
It feels whorish.
It really does... that I am the go-to-girl for a wounded wing... that's all I am to most of you.
How is that not whorish? I'm good enough to lose a load on... but not really worth an investment.
Pay me a whore's wage... and I'll let you lose anything. Pay me a whore's wage and you can drown me with your tears.
Pay me $50 more, Baby... and I'll even smile...or tell you I like it.
I'm not hurt... this time... I'm not sad... I even laughed at how obvious it's been... but I let my caring paint it in gold, I always do... just because...
Because I'm so used to seeing the glimmer in an ordinary stone.
Not this time... This time I see the pyrite in your bones.
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