8/22/14
feeling dirty now, thinking of all the places you touched, the forbidden pleasure points i never would've known existed. an outside would think we had a sexual relationship, but that couldn't be further from the truth. inspired my highest of highs, and inflict my lowest of lows, new wounds of pain at the surface, proof you were here. you left your mark. and now the whole world know's i'm alone. they know you've left me and now there's an emptiness in my chest where i was once overwhelmed with emotion and ecstacy. blechh. maybe it's better this way. sitting here alone, my thoughts locked down from the rest of the universe, i let them out in the best way i know how. pressuring myself to write this poem, making something productive out of my pain. the discomfort coming in and out, so many mood changes in a day.
little do you know that these poems aren't for you, they're for me. my fulfillment, my entertainment, my internal pleasure.. shit hidden in between the lines that you could never understand. something you neever knew: this bittersweet love affair is between me, myself and i. cuz that all i got. all i ever had, anyway, right?
deep inside i knew it would end, but i didn't think it'd be this soon or this cruel or this self and inconsiderate.
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tales of a bittersweet love affair.
Non-Fictionpoems about the boys in my life, in my present and in my past.