Writing Off Assholeys

broken-heartRemember how, in high school, when you thought you were the only girl in the world for some undercover asshole, he’d do something assholey that would dent your developing ego and piss you the hell off?

What did you do about it?

Some girls ranted & raged. Others curled up & cried. And then there were the ones who grabbed the nearest object & hurled it right at assholey’s head (or other parts).

Well, that was me.

Except I always grabbed words & regurgitated them all over assholey’s psyche.

I became high-school famous for this.

As one of the popular girls (social stratification in high school is unavoidable 🙄 ) it wasn’t expected that I’d put embarrassing feelings right out in the open like that. But I did. And doing so encouraged other girls in school to do it, too.

We victims of assholey-ness started a writing club, and anytime boyfriends assholey-ed us, we’d commandeer the gym or outdoor field in the middle of sports practice, and regurgitate our stories, poems, song lyrics, etc. all over the jock’s psyches.     Continue reading

Retrospectiveglanceback

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Whatever happened to that little one

That used to live in me?

The one with rose-colored glasses,

And giggles, so carefree?

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The one mere toys could fascinate,

The one who played in the present,

Not knowing or caring what lay ahead,

So trusting it would be pleasant.

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CHORUS

Where did I lose her?

Where did she go?

I wish I had her eyes

Blinding me from all the pain,

Disguising all the lies.

I long for her.

I want her back.

I reach down deep inside,

In search of traces of the one

Who seldom cried.

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What happened to that little one

That used to live so free?

Her world a snow-white nursery

Untainted by reality.

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Her innocence so very real,

It tore into the heart.

Her blessed gift of ignorance…

She and I are worlds apart.

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CHORUS

Where did I lose her?

Where did she go?

I wish I had her eyes

Blinding me from all the pain,

Disguising all the lies.

I long for her.

I want her back.

I reach down deep inside,

In search of traces of the one

Who seldom cried.

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Retrospectiveglanceback” song lyrics  2012 Sylver Blaque