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healing

i should not be sorry that i took so long for say i love you you said it to me on an old air mattress in the depths of the night i went still as stone, you don’t understand how love has broken me i had always held an affection for you, for some timeContinue reading “healing”

hopeful oracle

i only wish he makes you happy and does not trick and deceive with krampus teeth and krampus tongue i only wish we were a mistake in your life and that i am wrong

your mistakes

i hate to say this but when your world crumbles we will remain when you crawl to us we will remain some will not bow but some will stoop low we will not sneer at your pain we will remain

season

someday i will have ask the truth and you must reply with the truth and i hope when that day comes we will still bloom not wither and die

gilded age

those old pictures disgust me i keep all my old photos as memories made a nostalgic addiction when needed but the pictures of the three? they rise a tide in my body, guilt and anger a physical and mental one guilt for what has become since that fateful moment anger, anger for all the wrongsContinue reading “gilded age”

the city of alexandria will burn us

this can’t be right, you and i i wish it to be but my mind trembles of the consequences that may come to be

damn you

you are a shame to this family a poison to this house you are a curse on my tongue a disease upon my life

8/17/19

thank you, at least, for that for not lying to me

parting gift

i am leaving this cursed place my pathetic excuse of a home i thank you for giving me the basic needs but i spite you for the deeds you allowed humans to do within this house is cursed and i wish to leave something for the future saying “this house is cursed, you can neverContinue reading “parting gift”

sort of sadness

i kiss you with a sort of sadness in my eyes we are both broken, picking up the pieces you, a lover me, a father together we are happy but that sadness remains when she comes up in conversation my fury burns or my guilt consumes when he comes up in conversation you sit backContinue reading “sort of sadness”