– wrong –

Am I a sociopath? Or just traumatized? Do I really care either way?  I like what I like I want what I want I know what I know Would knowing the origin  Of what, who, why I am  Change anything Or would it only make me feel  Wrong For being what, who, why I am?... Continue Reading →

-heart disease-

I thought I loved from the depth of my bones But I only loved the concept, my idea of what I thought a lover should/would/could be. My passion is hollow. Perhaps I’ve never felt anything but a Dream. Lie. Construct. Skin-deep, afraid to dive in Such a talker, not so much a communicator though. I... Continue Reading →

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