Months and Days
The tears came no filter
Laying bare in bed
Saying, never again.

I gave a collector the keys
Blindly with no thought

Crushes me from within
As he licks the ***
Now forever filled with beauty
And darkness.

Was that your duty
To dazel use me.
Tender are my thoughts of you
Wrapped in painful pleasure

Left pondering possibilities of love after heartaches. Once I fully understand my lustful experiences are only a hinderance a misguided act of ****** instinces... It will be over. I am a lover. I take *** appeal to another level Cause I just want to feel what they feel or what I perceive is felt but then I wrap it up in fluff and silly stuff to fit in with what this world calls love.