There was a story of a shattered illusion
At least The colours sprawled out on the floor
Would resemble some vague monet you couldnt quite put your finger on
The travesty of broken comfort of trying to attaim ill fitting goals with compromised dreams. Grand delusions of something special of ornery
A great trick
A magnificent swindle
You had me fooled at hello
Half lit passion spooled
you almost had me at goodbye  
You worked the game
Amassed your goals on the arch of my back
And here i was, bendong over backwards to convince myself i was in love and it was something special
In the end, **** dust settled and sunlight refecting off broken shards
Struck in the face with reality
The one where im just another failing priority. Where its easier and cheaper to stay like some sorry sympathy ****
Where you get to say all the extra effort the days working three jobs was worth it because you chose to stay so i should be grateful.
Nice.
It figures why youve never really stood up for me you were far too interested in what others thought of you and just happy i was the place they could lay your blame.
And somehow you still find a way to sleep at night
You scoff at my pain
You think i draw from an endless well of strength
While you only draw double standards
I guess this last revelation was the nail in the coffin i didnt want to make
It took so long to fashion its my greatest work of art
The pain of passion the torture of the artist
Formerly known as the love of your life
Titled my grandest mistake.

Picked up the shreds of my dignity
and pulled myself together one last time.
I scraped up the last slivers of hope and pinned them all on you.
Hoplessly Iost, I belived in you.
Only I traded them all in for this last betrayal.
Now there's nothing left
but my mind to drive me even deeper into crazy.
What's worse is,
there was no 'sorry' to ***** up my wounded pride.
Only a desolate lanscape where answers should have been.
I strain to squeeze out the slightest hope.
Welcome to my devastation
its all I have left.
As you aptly said:
"If you're not first, you're last! "
Enjoy the show...

Lying on the bed,
**** up, box out.
Another tiny, dank room.
the Grimy walls, occasionally spell out the letters of your name.
Anticipation draws up over me like a thin veil.
Eyes transfixed on the door...
the simple clatter of the door **** makes me shudder!
Searching the crack of light
pouring through the narrow slit,
for a sign of the shadowed edges of your outline.
Pinpricks travel from standing buds
perched atop milky mounds
to the velveteen flanked crevice.
Sweetly swollen lips, moisten.
Moulten heat spears through the core of desire
Centrifugal forces conspire continually brining us closer
via these shabby shanties and dangerous hovels
that fade away the second I feel your presence

Crackling frequencies cross over,
the smell of you whispers forewarning!
Eyes wide open,
dripping core and
impertinent mounds shout their presence!
The door widens,
matching the gape of well primed thighs.
your manhood precedes you proudly.
Cocksure, your gait swaggers
counter to your member.
Toes curling over;
contact is imminent...