I hate everyone at the moment.
I’m going to play video games to hopefully take my mind off of how alone and moronic I am being right now.
So i figured that with a combination of summer’s eve feminine wash and dove body wash for sensitive skin, I can give my penis facials, leaving it silky smooth, and kissable all day long.
Your heart admits that you miss him,
only when you have a couple shots in your system.
And when the lyrics of that song pull you in,
you forget how much it hurts to be with him.
I bumped into two guys at separate times today, that had a major impact on my life in high school. They hugged me and our hello’s whisped off our tongues before our goodbyes spilled out the same mouths of short reminiscent introductions.
I miss being around them.
I still have hope
that one day you’ll have no where to go
and again claim my arms as your home.
I care far too much
that it has become such a flaw
for allowing you to take my happiness
and keeping it inside a box.
…he had dodged those I love you’s, like bullets,
that I had waited on for months,
because to him, my heart wasn’t important
my body was only worth the faked “making love” fucks.
My mind is home to nightmares
of a reality I cannot escape,
and my dreams cannot give me peace
when I’m continually haunted by your face.
I risk this organ of love
that is slowly losing its beat,
so that your mouth can smile
even if that grin isn’t caused by me.
I miss the sandboxed games
of nineteen ninety two,
when you kissed my lips and broke my heart
in one short spring afternoon.
I just want to tie you up and spit in your mouth until your cock cums with only the sound of my voice.
These pills are too weak.
A 20 minute chat on omegle proved to be more stimulating than most of the conversations I’ve had this week.
Your lips spill more apologies
than I love you’s.
but I’m the one sorry for fucking loving you.