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deep unmedicated and unsupervised
And it goes like this
This is the true story
Or it could be fiction, the kind of fiction that could only be true.
A lot has been said about me, and you can bet your ass people will always start off with the bad stuff.You’re going to hear about that later. But for now I’m on the right side of being wrong. I’m just going to tell it the best way I know how. It so happens I’m talking about bad timing. either I’m always late or later.
If I didn’t answer I’m not coming.
In this case I should’ve been there two weeks earlier. Okay let’s get to the point it’s about a man, boundaries, lust ( that too) and it’s aftermath .
Or maybe I was just so fucked up at that time everything would have been a risk. I was broken , I was damaged and self esteem was a distant memory.
I’m also one of those kick ass chicks that your mother warned you about.
I’m a drug addict, I ran with the big boys , either on the back of a Harley yep that’s me one of the old ladies. And make no mistake it had its perks.
But this isn’t about my addiction and my ongoing struggles with recovery.
It took some time, I’ve seen the inside of rehab clinics in many different states and countries. I’m happy to say that I’m a recovering drug addict when I am not relapsing . There’s a lot of recovery when relapse is always just around the corner. And you guessed it I’m always on the corner of relapse. However, lately I wanted to understand why I hurt so bad, I’m damaged and damned pissed off about it.I became very serious and wanting to know what caused all this damaged. You guessed it dysfunctional right from the start. This story is about a lust, passion , desire. and sex.
I can say without a doubt the flying monkey’s have been unleashed .
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Secrets to live by. The 48-hour rule.
Secrets to live by. The 48-hour rule.
I ask myself, “If I had 48 hours left to live , what would I do ? “
It makes you push aside anything that’s not truly important and focus on the things you love and make you happy! I would chose love and happiness over fun and a good night out .
It would take a special man.
A man that just “gets me” accepting my flaws and scars alike . I still have baggage that I’ve been working on leaving. I am not fragile living with shame and regret, drinking myself to the bottom of a bottle. Addicted to a kind of burning pain that leaves you mentally wounded . Trying to avoid the thinking, highly medicated, and drinking.
Accept me as I am, or watch me as I step in these heels and wiggle my ass out the door.
Broken I am not.
A chaotic imperfect hot mess, definitely!
Inhaling the essence of a passionate soul lost long ago.
Gone is the prison and it’s heavy chains, replaced by walls of boundaries, that will not be crossed.
Settling is not an option.
This was the conversation last night
I have never really gotten into the online dating thing . I am an addict, I have emotional scars , Behind the smile , there are still moments of great shame and regret. I understand that I can not undo the past, I now put effort into letting go. I assume this will be a on going process.
So there it is .. After waiting a few minutes , I was not surprised when the real person showed up. As the conversation went south, It took no time for me and my new high heels to wiggle my ass out of there .
As i was looking for a taxi , I ran into a friend that I haven’t seen in many years . Bottom line is the night wasn’t wasted.
Yet, I couldn’t help but wonder, what was this guy doing while I was sitting there having the all important first date conversation ? As I recall he played with hair quite a bit, and was playing his clothes every 5 secs..
Lets’ just call it a day and image that somewhere in there was a woman dying to come out and bitch slap him back to the 80’s . .
Apparently, ” I’m a woman” and and I have “feelings” and those” feelings” are activated through my vagina.
How should I process that shit ? I’m dangerous when I know what I am doing and know who’s doing it to me.
I’m dangerous when I know what I am doing and know who’s doing it to me.
When a woman says “don’t make me go there”, wait 2 mins and she’s there . I don’t negotiate .
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You’re lips are not listening
Your lips are magic, so full and inviting.
But why are they moving when should be listening?
Why don’t you hear me , I have something to say.
You’re getting comfortable, undoing your shirt , there’s no need for that .
And then I feel your breath so close to my face ,
I have turn away, before I walk away. No you’re not listening,
I can’t save this for another day .
I was a cliche: a bird with broken wings-forever caged.
I never took responsibility for this prison I had built for myself. I
instead I blamed others, the people who had hurt me so much that I had swore I’d never fly again.
I thought that I was trapped by the regrets and the loss I had suffered.
Numbing myself, trying not to look at myself
I closed my eyes to something I did not want to see, This will not define me .
Time passed-slowly.
And one day I woke up. There was no more pain, only a strange sense of relief and understanding.
My cage became a sanctuary as my grip on the past loosened. Time passed again, but I was not so lonely; it gave me a chance to learn about forgiveness.
I forgave those who had hurt me and I forgave myself.Suddenly the pain was gone.
Life became valuable again.
I bow my head, I release my sins . And this I say, Amen.
And then,
I was finally free to fly.