…so I betrayed myself. I should have held out for longer, but could not. Weak-willed bastard that I was, my need to be near her superceded my desire for growth.with hair askew
wild-eyed star children
two more alike than not
sad eyes and soft kisses
soft skin and saddened heart
weak-willed with strong souls
depth of perception and understanding of others
damn near blind to the obvious
short-sighted in their need for
shit, I can’t even write anymore. its just not coming to me. my creativity is being drowned. gotta find a happy medium.