bitter_taste_of_a_woman Chris: the new name for hate At the tip of my tongue lies the flavor of unrest. Every now and then it stings me, not letting me forget why it's there. When a woman comes into your life, she can't get inside unless you let her. If you're wise, you'll keep her on her gaurd, never letting her in but keeping her around. The unlucky let her in, where she is free to do as she pleases with your thoughts and feelings. She has the choice to either wrap you around her finger or run you till you're all used up. But even then she might not be done. She might twist you until you break or run you dry just to get that much more into your life.She might also want to be a part of your mind as well. She wants control, distracting all your good intentions and acidifying your dreams. Slowly, she molds your mind until it suites her best, when only she has use for it.But once she's done with it, you're left helpless and self- loathing. Pride shot through your heart and the exit wound lying somewhere inbetween your feelings and everything you thought you knew. The only way to fix it is with two bullets. One inside to erase all that you felt. One to the head to forget the thoughts and everything she ever said. If you chose to live on then you will forever live on with the Bitter Taste Of a Woman and it will grow with every mistake, burning you each time more. I would take my tongue out, but it wouldn't change much, for I've had the taste for so long, increasing day by day, that it's no longer a taste. It runs in my veins now, and I can't get rid of it.So how do you get rid of the Bitter Taste Of a Woman? You can't.... It's like a scar, a wound, always bleeding. It only stops if you correct the mistake. How do you correct the mistake? You could take your life or her life. But only a woman really knows..... 040118 ... phil LIfe always has this painful loathing edge to it. Everyone has it, has ways to fight it, joke about it, forget it, but still sometimes we examine it. I can relate to the taste, the bitter taste that reminds me what she is, what I need. The other half sounds like an excuse, a cover up. When I wrote my thoughts I made up the truth, and bent everything around it, until I discovered I was attaching things to it that didn't belong, and using it as an excuse to hate myself. And all I really wanted was to be distracted, that taste in my mouth, wanting to draw her back in. And give her the keys. Because without that I had to amuse myself, and I am not that amusing. The taste is bitter indeed, the sweet squirt of desire followed by the bitter agony of loss, betrayal. 040118 ... LegionB4U Needs Salt. 040118 ... silentlybroken she tastes just like a woman, and she makes love just like a woman, and she aches just like a woman, but she breaks just like a little girl 040119 ... celestias shadow oh come on now. we really aren't THAT bad. unless we just ate lots of garlic. 040203 ... Horrible Equalities In the 1940s numerous people learned that men can leave equally bitter tastes. 071119 what's it to you? who go blather from