Sisterhood of the Traveling Turtle

"You confuse nurturing men with men that let you use them as a doormat", she says. Most people would feel critisized by this but it's the only way I know how to hear honesty and the only way she knows how to tell me. In an ironic stream of events we became good friends. When I met her I thought it'd be the last time, my sun is in taurus and hers in pisces. Not to mention our first meeting ended with me kissing a stranger on a washer machine and her yelling at a boy for being in jail. I'm sure both of our parents in witnessing this would've found the other to be corruptive. Yet, here I am in a locked bathroom hanging onto every word of the assessment she's making. She has dark hair, red lips and pulls it off better than any line up of latin celebrities-think Eva Mendez. She's the only person that can tell me brutal truth in a tiny bathroom and have me leave with a smile on my face. When I'm torturing myself over jealousy and confusion you bring me back down to earth and pass me a drink. I love you all the way to moons, stars and turtle constellations.