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lil_punkie_chic (246687)

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now i know im being used
thats okay man cause i like the abuse

Name:

Punkie

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Location:

Disgusta, Maine, United States

Birthdate:

05-08

Email:

dmp9496

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Hey I'm just a lil chick who lives in Maine, nothing exciting. I'm the sweetest bitch you'll ever meet! Check my shit out. ;)

I sat there looking up into his face, searching his eyes for all that was there, hoping to get lost some where in him. He tipped his head to the side questioning my intense gaze. I had gotten lost.
I was searching inside my head, for what, I didn't know. I was experiencing a feeling of pure happiness for what felt like the first time all over again, experiencing this with him. Does he know, or does he understand this?
He kisses me then asks what's wrong. "Nothing," I reply. I feel a connection, a connection in which neither of us need to speak, whether there is any thing to say or not. He makes me feel like I'm the best person on this earth. The only thing I need is to be able to look into his eyes.
I can't even explain what I see when I look into his eyes. They're an icy shade of blue, maybe even gray, with one; his left, being half brown. It's like I SEE understanding and caring, trust, and maybe even love. Or maybe that's just what I want to see, what I look to see.
I can't take the stars out of my eyes. He doesn't care, he's back to watching wrestling on TV and smoking a Marlboro, ignoring me; searching inside my head. Leaning up against him I feel his warmth, a sense of security to me. But he doesn't realize that, does he?
No he doesn't, or if he does, he was purposely out to crush the stars from my eyes. He leaves me, ignores me completely and lies to me. Again I'm left alone and broken, only to hope it will all be the same again some day.
Some day I will smile and know that I'm loved. I can look up into only one person's eyes and really see all that I want to see. Some day I'll be happy and no longer alone. Some day I'll get what I want.
Until then I'm off clinging to all of the assholes who can't see the stars in my eyes, who treat me like I'm nothing. I'm out getting broken all over again and left alone until the next asshole comes along only to leave me as they found me; hurt.
Will I ever learn that this isn't what I want or need?