I was not meant to be fondled and stroked by all manner of men can’t pretend that I can still feel the impression of your last suggestion on my flesh such worthless inexpressible passion dragonesque presence trapped inside small frame memory enslaved by trails, hands blazed dazed and confused about what it is I do …
Are you being loved well? I’m not, hell I never have It took some time to reach this stage but I’m no longer ashamed to say I have been battered and maimed and can’t quite claim to know what love is this all-encompassing thing that I chase daily without ceasing, intensely seeking love See I …
The landscape is overwhelmingly grey despite the vivid presence of life the pinks and whites all blended into black and grey barren emotions dreams laid waste and he breathes vibrant as the sun hazel eyes clouded over with anger subjugation the only route to acceptance false lamentation of sentiment wind whips imaginary apologies as the …