There is no question of who you are to me. You limbs and tour body eclipse into me like a memory or a thought. Thank you for existing. Thank you for being that human who glares at my eyes like they are diamonds, who looks at me with love(more) beyond words.
I didn't used to believe in love. Despite my current protestations, that much is true. One body and another never joined together in my mind. One heart and another never melted into one as as the fears inside us melted out in twos.
But now, now I see things differently. I see your handsome face and your crimson beard as the love of my life, my best friend and my sanctuary. But how does one reckon that with their real selves?
How does one take their heart and fold it in two, rip little pieces off until the size fits your quota? All I ever knew of love was ugly. There was missing hands and wild hearts and nothing ever that belonged to me, me, ME.
It all was up for grabs. A thing beyond love and beyond ownership, a stupid 26 year-old who longed to just be "single". Congratulations, you've gotten your wish.
But is it all you have dreamed of? Are you the man you wished you be? As you fuck some stinger's pussy do you think about how hap[py you are to be safe from me, adrift from any kind of responsibility and emotion? I hope your dick gets soft and as you try to fuck her your whole being gets called into question. I hope you hurt and you cry and you feel like less then garbage. Because that is what you are. You broke my heart and now, I'd *love* to see you rot. (less)