I long to tell this man my life story
I long to have his hands caress my body
To heal the several scars I have endured throughout this life I have and am living
I desire to engage myself into converstation with him, of my life.
Although my desires are powerfull
My remorse is inevitable
For I can not escape these feelings of loss
I feel as if I have betrayed no one but myself
When these desires of speaking of my life to this man
And when I act upon them
Feelings of defeat overwhel me
As if I am allowing all I've ever held onto go!
For I cannot engage in such actions, and if I ever temtped to
I need to shoot them down
... The attempts to speak of my past of my life
I have an obligation to myself to over throw these efforts of getting close with me.