Throwing the baggage onboard, I'm *****,
and straight forward with you. No games.
If I ******* like you,
I won't spin this web of ******* and pain.
I ******* like you that is that.

We'll work out the rest, we'll deal with it,
and these sorry *** lines later.

You're more than some walking-wet-bag for my ****,
You're you. And I like that ******* it. **** the rest.
That is the only straight forward part of my life right now,
you and writing. This is the best poetry you're gonna get,
because the rest of what was planned for this poem
             went into conversation and pre-emptive love. What ever the **** that means...

             But there will come a day when friends can't understand my poetry again,
              that's when you'll know what has happened to us.
       You'll know...