And then I'm on a couch
The sun slightly coming in
My love and I
He goes to the Vegan Vortex
I stay behind
To go my own way
Once he's gone on to do what he wants
Offered we could get picked up in 30
45
But thats not what I want to do
And its my birthday.
Almost.
Not because I'm angry
But because
I make my own way.

I laid in the bed for many hours last night
He wanted to give me some space
And I retraced with fine lines
I'll show myself out
And lock the door behind me
With my key.
With my
With my key.
And free myself
While holding my own insides.
What the past had done
What it looked and breathed like
And saw it shift and whimper past
As if it had come and gone
Hearing the poetic antics in my head.

I feel used and like a trophy
85 percent of the time
And its not 'cuz I don't get real solid lovin'
But they all eating and wanting
They all hacking and placating
I echo and hum
I could make it all without you.

But I'd rather not.
Join me if you dare.

And I know
I'll get texted all day
With love and pictures
But I think I'll go make up shopping.
Maybe jog.
Steam.
And bathe in the wonders of the female body
With some fellow queens.

Sometimes I fall into a well of strife
And feel so ever disheartened
Laying in our sweat,
We both lament being in power
At times
LA in two days
My 26th in 3
I could cry and be upset
Perhaps hurt
You go have a day without me
I could hurry and get ready
As to not miss free big meals

But I'd rather
Be on my own clock.

Not that much
Has changed.