I’m realizing now that you really never deserved me, so why did I want you so badly. Oh man, did I want you with every fiber of my being, ever inch of my skin longed to touch you, every brain cell wanted you around me all the fucking time, but you didn’t really deserve any of it. You still don’t, and you never did.
A suspenseful who dun-it film. The performances by Karl Urban, James Marsden, and Wentworth Miller were brilliant. From a female perspective it was interesting look into male bonding and friendship. But what really made this film awesome was how they kept the story going. You are constantly trying to guess who dun-it, but at the same time your finding out how important these guys are to each other. The film was well balanced between sexy, sensual, and story telling. I thoroughly enjoyed this film and would recommend it to the appropriate audiences.
Will the good boy ever appear in my poetry?
The one who did everything right
The one who told me I was smart and funny and beautiful and actually meant it,
The one who asked me if he could kiss me before he did it,
The one that didn’t lie,
The one who told me that night was all about me,
and stroked my hair as I cried about all the other ones.
He never tried to touch me anywhere but the top of my head that night.
Usually they have to break me to appear in my poems,
but maybe I’ll make a special exception,
and this time I’ll write about the one that I broke.