How dare you cross the line?
...AGAIN?
How dare you even ignore the line's existance?
...AGAIN?
I know what you are doing.
What, did you think I was blind? Born yesterday, maybe?
No.
See, I'm comfortable in my skin.
I'm confident of my abillites; you do not scare me.

Your blatant lack of respect bothers me more.
Six years were thrown away because of disrespect;
One who was like a brother to me is now dead to me because of such a transgression.
Six years. Six fucking years.
Does that give you an idea of what you're fucking with?
You are nothing in the scheme of things.

I told you to back off once. I was serious.
Trust me, it was in your best interest to listen to me.
I gave you fair warning before;
I had hoped you were intelligent to heed the warning.

I guess you weren't -- Or you ignored it like the line you disrespected and crossed.

You are now my enemy.

Watch your back.

And God decided to throw the gauntlet...
And He sayeth unto me, "I believe I will test you, daughter."
And I sayeth back unto him, "Again? Why again? Have I not proven myself worthy many times over?"
And God sayeth unto me, "Yes, but you must be kept on your toes."

He sent temptation my way and for a nanosecond...
I wondered why He couldn't have sent this earlier in my life when if wouldn't have been a temptation.
Then the nanosecond passed and I laughed, thinking of everything I had endured previous to this;
And of all the wonderful things that has happened to me.
And of all the wonderful people in my life...

There must be a different lesson in this encounter somewhere.

Silly tests.



After it was all over, I sayeth unto him,
"Please don't strike me down for this, but...You sucketh.
Too many tests, God, but I will endure like I always do."

He laughed. I sighed.


Never a dull moment with God.

Six years of friendship flushed down the toilet because you decided to be a shithead

Six years of trust broken because you crossed the line

Six years of respect forgotten as you metaphorically spit in my face

Six years.

Six fucking years.

I hope you're fucking happy.

IF I said:
"Fuck me."
Would you?

AND IF I said:
"Have sex with me."
Would you?

BUT IF I said:
"Make love to me."



...Would you?

Don't worry little bitch...
I'll claw your eyes out when you least expect it.
I wonder if your forked tongue will continue to spit venom
when it is separated from your body?
We shall see.
I'm not sure whether I want to mount your head on my wall
Or stake it out in my front yard on a pike.

You crossed me.
Deal with it bitch.

Keep your eyes open or else you'll lose them.
Keep your guard up.

Continue to think of me as insignificant; please
It will be that much more fun for me
To educate you otherwise.

be wary of me, stranger
tread lightly around me
i am small and easily overlooked, i know...
like a scorpion, you won't know i'm there
until i strike.

you think that i am insignificant, ignorant
you believe that i am blind
...or maybe you think that i do not notice
but you are mistaken.

you are playing with fire and
you do not yet know what you are dealing with
but i know how hot the fire burns
because i am the fire
and i will scar you deeply

be wary of me, stranger
i do not take kindly to your games
and i do not find you amusing
do not cross me
you will not like me when i am angry
because i will make your life a living hell

trust me.

heed the warning.
move along.

find someone else to play with
because i'm not someone you want to anger.

when dreams become reality
and love becomes desire
the heat is more than you can bear
and your love is measured in sweat
when you strain against each other
and try to become one
the most beautiful thing you can hear...


is your name.