Shit's complicated.
I like her, but she doesn't like me
At least not like that
Not like I love her
Not like a thirst that can't be quenched
A breath I'll never catch
Shit's complicated.
Their fireworks were magical
A first annual spectacle
A seasonal affair
I'd rather celebrate all year
Shit's complicated.
I feel desire in her touch
Even greater than my own
An exploratory mission
But limited in scope
She's found me, but she's needed at home
Shit's complicated.
We had the dream and I woke up
Her love was built on trust I broke
Yet here we stand
Together ghosts
Gentle
Loving
Cold
Shit's complicated.
I hold them and attempt to sleep
Their warmth
Their scent
Their fingertips leaving hot lines in flesh
I hold their fantasy and weep
Because shit's complicated.
About the Creator
D351
trans manic goblin dream girl who chain smokes candy cigarettes and sings along to septic pumps
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith5 days ago in Humor
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