Lessons of: an accidental burning kiss behind a truck
Please don’t tell me you expected a romantic poem?!
Preface:
“Based on true events, whatever is true to you, bullshit!”
Note:
“I am not upset that you lied to me,
I am upset that from now on..
I can’t believe you“
Sign:
”Wake the fuck up and move that big fat truck, I must adopt the habit of breaking the habit of not kissing when my two blue jeans' inner lips say you‘re safe within his broken wings.”
Her:
“In my endless search for the right partner and lover, I discovered that to build a true, strong, empowering relationship that meets both sides every need- you need 2 pillars. Only 2.
The first- Chemistry. Undisputed electrifying chemistry. Actually, that one is easier to find, and to develop.
The second- Timing. Well.. timing is a bitch. Both sides should be in a perfectly aligned all-stars-and-in-place for that to happen. It’s tricky, elusive, not something we can control and downright almost impossible.
But that’s the thing. ALMOST impossible.
When you find someone that both pillars are standing strong- all the rest is manageable.
So, to our point of the story you’re writing and to give you some inspiration- try remembering that night in the desert, and how both our lives could have changed if only the 2 pillars were right on point.
We know chemistry was there.
But the timing was way off.
Imagine I didn’t date at the time, the person whom I eventually married and divorced with a huge trauma and heartbreak.
And you- what was written in your stars at that exact time?
And finally, in a revolving doors kind of thinking, where would each of us be today if only timing was right..”
Disclaimer:
“That dream again, is forbidden, already taken.
Don’t you start now: scary bitch female, filthy scum male — You’re not allowed above & beyond these lines, so get fucking in this isolation cell, where someone forgot a blanket to cuddle.
Could this be, little daredevil whispers words to glue the saliva lips stuck on: I forgot I am seeing someone for a long time now, I mean the very 5 seconds I am sucked by Shakespeare's most accurate definition of wanderlust.
Excuse my unbearable urge to sense life again, that motherfucking psychologist says I need a real motherfucking addict to my white satin sheets legs crossing in late morning, heart bleeds phrases like sorry not sorry, I am late for work. Demi Lovato knows her shit!”
Lyrics:
“Now, payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest
You fuckin’ with a savage
Can’t have this, can’t have this (Ah)
And it’d be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah”
Back mirror:
It’s a serious matter, you know.
Grandmother knows best.
You’ve been living dangerously.
It’s time for me to water your red wine.
I eat period for breakfast.
Oopssssssshhhhhhhhh……
Long long long kiss.
You better equip this machine with a deeper breath.
Concerning hearts, broken or breaking is not a child’s game.
Stay home.
Wear a mask.
Because if I’d get to your airways.
Suffocation is guaranteed even volunteered by “the grandmother in you“ that watches your last chance to joy and reforget the stress at home with the expired condoms, what a lake to be swimming in naked, irresponsible love & hate, we‘re built for dirty monkey sex on the toilet floor.
Thanks god we skipped dessert and got to exercise our secret.
Him:
He‘s busy (it’s not too late to be) kissing her long long long neck.
Begging to breathe..
CPR has commenced over her (bold & beautiful) dead body.
And life has erupted, the neighbor knocks: got some sugar? It’s Hammadi.
Draft:
(the best rhyme I could find to excuse your terrible silly laughter, don’t take it too seriously ok, we’re all have been hurt like hell before we could truly love again, or at least make love to this moment which by the way, is all we have, so yes, I like you a little bit and want to see green eyes sparkling too close not to kiss the back of your truck, which by the way parks right below your house, yes I paid for it. For an extra night, talk to my future self, on a coffee cup and philosophy tiger nap, it’s too early in life to not fucking lips sink I better stop now, it’s sorry day today but I am fucking sorry for not fucking you just yet. Be my guest lonely black cat. Damn everything rhymes around you, even the neighbors fucking all at once with a Muslim prayer on the wrong day of the week at 04:00am sorry again, I am on a fast but lips ain‘t got no fat, fuck that! fuck you, in fact!)
Here’s a song: Swept Away
