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By Misti Date: 2002 Apr 24 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.24.07.23.29745]] |
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No. Don't love me. I'm a bitch. I'll hold a mirror to your face and make you look. I opened Pandora's Box a long time ago. I ate the apple. I know more than you think I know. I've survived more than you've lived. I take risks. You don't. Exchanging phone numbers doesn't count. See, like I said... I'm a bitch. I also have a bit of the restless whore in me and yes, I wrangle with that daily. I imagine, I fantasize, I create rabid...on fire. You don't need to love me. I don't need your approval. Hold the applause. I can be goofy and irreverent and stupid and tacky and meaner than a drunk ex football player in Odessa. Monsoon season only comes once a year and lasts approximately three months. My moods darken and destroy much more frequently. I do not have a college degree. I do not make a shitload of money. I do not have a posse of party buddies. I try too hard to get attention. I'll tap dance for the lowest bidder. But like Stuart Smalley I am learning to love myself despite the mud. I'm not asking you to wash it off. |