Write to recover
or die living the life of another
I disappoint your heart everyday.
I rape it copiously
Hope you won’t wake up.
Its better to get fucked over if you are asleep or slightly disorderly .
I don’t know why I am this way
muster the audacity to pretend life is Gaye
I wonder why I’m still alive,
and the I look into the eyes do my cherub sent from the royal family of storks
She and my tabby are my family.
my heart beats-disorderly but it tangos to their bars to be free.
I’m trying to live with a bit of weight I have gained. I hate this medication – deposit injections in the ass are primitive.
Still divorced -still fighting to have my voice heard and to live creatively