honey 2

[creativesoul]

she was a young girl that had tried many kinds of love, she talked in a half moan, sideways laughter crawled out from between her very perfect and emphasized breasts, her tight jeans squeezing her in a rather mystical manner. she had lived on the streets of Portland with a rather tyranical female lover, had boy crazies and sought various specimans of manly love.The boys she liked seemed to bring forward women that were some what attracted to her, but in a display of power and indifference, prefered competition.
She mentioned this on the cell phone , negelecting to mention to Lindsay, a frustrated woman, that maybe her sloppy seconds were not nearly as attractive as she thought.
once i heard a story about a man that had been left by a woman, his mother, because he did not want sex as much as the mother did. So he had grown up being lectured by his mother that satisfying a woman was extremely important. most recently this had caused him some grief.His mother was in a nursing home, diabetic, and very alone.
He had entirely too many things on his plate.
Once he was a very good and lucrative chemist, but the state had caught him one too many times, taken his children, and put him in prison on and off for ten years. He had been in there for parole violations, after his five year stretch for a few 90 day incarcerations.He had a criminal history, and if he got arrested one more time, he would do life.
no room for error, nothing doing.
he found a girlfriend that loved him, and loved having his arms all around her, his kisses like honey, she swallowed him in a deep re awakened hunger. They were attempting to get the children back from the state, had psy evaluations together, and were planning to get married. He had gotten a job, and was feeling like life could be ok again.Suddenly he was resistant to her, oppositional, and she retreated in a sad and rejected palor. The voice of his mother seemed to haunt him.The girlfriend disappeared, never to be seen again.No one knew where she went, what happened to her.
One night the telephone rang
"honey?"
"yes..?."
"i loved you...." , she continued to speak crying
"i loved you more than i have ever loved anyone, you were the sun and the moon to me"
"but I cannot live with someone that does not want me"
i want you i do i deeply love you
"stop!
we tried this before"
good bye honey
wait
the next morning the police found her body under the bridge, a syringe hanging from her arm, her body cold and tear stained
another addict dies
he did not look surprised really when they came to his door that early morning
he just did not know what to do
looking at his sleeping children
she had been through all the hard times with him, but could not handle a simple period of time when he was withdrawn from her
he was broken
nothing seemed to heal the wound she left behind
he had tried harder with her than he ever had with any woman.
he had a hard time not taking it personally