One battle won, but a war is to be fought

so yes, i won one small battle with my boyfriend and told him no. again. oh well as far as im concerned he can kiss it if im truely not ready to do that yet.
im home now, but im about to sneek out in about an hour or so. you see, i have to sneek out because my curfew is 10, and well, thats just not enough time for a 17 year old girl to do what shes gotta do. But basicly i do it for the rush of doing something im not supposed to be doing. and the rush of getting away with it. ive snuck out at least 20 times and never been caught. and yes, im bragging because thats a worthy note to brag upon! my mother is the most paranoi, uptight, bitch you will ever meet, and yet she has no idea what i do till 5 in the morning while shes tucked away comfortably under her sheets.
anyway, i wrote a peom;

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like the sound of the ocean leaves a shell
your love has left my heart
the waves of passion that once filled my ears
have now settled and resumed the tide.
the soft sand that would feel like silk against my skin
is now ridged and tough with bitterness and hate.
you drink your coffee slowly
as you glance up through your glasses
and when you see me sitting here
you remember all the love we shared.
one last sip, to the very last drop
until theres nothing but the scent
of something absent
but bitter taste remains
and my heart forever stained


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until next time

24.6.06 07:06