Sex. loss of a part of me.
given to you.
a part of my soul is with you
Have sex with her put me in a threesome i dont want to be in.
my poor soul. bitter. im bitter. and i like it most days
It has its benefits.
Great Expectations.
Iron Knight.
Your married now.
The part of me that was you is like a limp dead apendage i dont pay attention to.
I havent decided if the dead is spreading over me or if its contained i hope its contained. i dont want to be dead all over.
Bitter. Im 23 and devoid.
but my friends love me.
And i find love in my books and my poems.
I find love in hope. but no one will love me again.
i wont let them. its been years. ill keep it up.
Not with a bang but i whimper, i read. not with a bang but a whimper. its how it ended.
I was born in the wrong time like a tranny in the wrong skin.
I wish i was courted ,woo'd, sold for a goat.
A time colder more like how i feel. Maybe there was love eventually but commitment came first.
