Honest
He who doesn't work, works **** or just can't commit
He homeless
He an affair and a **** good fix
****** with a tendency to show underwhelming ****
Twisted into nicety by such anger at the human, the wants
Good at *** when in love
Un-abused
Un-poisened
One of my best mates like
Dyslexic thick ****
A problem
Step child and real life son, grandson always, always, grandson
eldest unappreciated, underestimated, paranioder? Paranoidist.
One of the needers of therapists
Panicked by past
Fractured by future
A depressive, doesn't drink, do drudgery like drugs
A fearfull mess mummy's boy
Fatherless
Fathered less
A letdownshowoff
overconfident,
Anxious, ex husband, probable poofter, please Goddot, please, let he be a cheater  
A ex punk, definite *****, pushover, almost poet
So easily hurt, yet never hurts
My love one. (Cary you Guardian)
Too damed romantic
Cant read but by gosh buys books
Genius
artistic, Autistic, an idiot and just another bad student
manish
Little Boy
child
Unable to be alone and not a good flatmate
Justifier of the almighty grey areas,
The cheated...

the Strong willed.

As she lies, comfortable, ******* up, queerly quaking, impaled on his much larger joy
Moist sugar, eking steadily outwards
Moist salt pumping eagerly in
Part of him missing
Part of her gained
As her hands rip into the spaces on the back skin of this treacherous boy
She is happy

Tense and loosened by their shared ******
Ripping Ripping

Ripping fingers enter into the wetness of each eye, I
Rip myself left from right
Rip myself logic from left
Pounding flesh into stone, slow
Steady pounding, rhythmic
So rigid the hot blood in this chest
Then falling, failing, flopped-flaccid
Into a pile of folding skin, nothing within
Cut clean off this wretched mere mortal ****
She is happy

The lier will lie with him no more no more with me
Death is not destructive enough for thee
For I am the selfless
I am in love.

you were already born
you were already form
you were already you
Not yet, were you them
Not yet were you His.
He was too late it wasn't His fault.

There you stood, ****** still and innocent,
Lead in, unknown, you were in His home
you were already thinking, already grown, already able to contemplate, could already understand, always tried to, already dangerous,
you were not solid wood as the all and only people He already knew.

Why would He not take hammer to you?
Love you as only He knew
Fix all that was wrong inside
Cheerfully plain you of your top layer of skin, strip away imperfection
He didn't know He wasn't god.
Inside his home He was.

One day as he was trying, you were trying, ******* trying to be a chair or a chest of drawers stood there in varnish while He chipped away at the painted or tainted ends of your toes His frustration grows,

Shout.

Not around you
right into you

Shout.

An emotion as never before
hard, cold, inexorable, force, the power of adults.

Into your mouth its forced, fleming, gagging, one day drowning, with haired hands, holding you open, this grey anger, flesh pushed further,
an anxiety un-swalable
you barely understand the shape of his words,

You Are Unlovable.

an almost perfect dot appears.
Its on the new outside skin in the middle of your throat ,
How could you know?

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