moosic is my religion.

Dudity Duddy.
Black are her eyes
and see through pain
torn -between- three hearts
wishing away the strain.


Keep them close
hold them near
caged between valleys
of endless terrain.

Pick one
Break two
lies and deception
guilt and pleasure.




~*~




Like my poem said, I'm torn between three hearts (not including the two dudes that I'm totally not going to give a chance to have me, btw) and I cannot decide. Why the heck am I so freaking indecisive?

THIS PART IS DELETED FOR PRIVACY.

But it seems like I have a hard time deciding. Damn it. Why are guys so complicated?... or maybe it's just me. Because I'm a freaking dyke and guys just don't interest me anymore.


... pfft. As if.


*glomps the male sex*


... This totally started from Kyle's birthday! It's that night's fault! Dammit! Damn the male species. Damn my hormones. Damn me being a girl! Why wasn't I born a man, anyway? I can totally pass off as a dude!


I like--


--exude dudeness.

...


Dude.

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