Have I been disillusioned for so long? Was he a game? A fantasy I cooked up, wanting it so badly but not really having it, forcing the feeling? These past two years have been unreal. So much has happened. I am so changed. I am settled in my unreality. In being alone.
But my body craves another. I am acutely aware of someone who would fit me. Who would excite me. And maybe we aren't meant to be together in the long run, but I enjoy that initial intrigue. I miss it. That initial part after the hesitation. But I want to be alone. I want both at the same time.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
