I’m so fucking tired!
I’m so wasted I’m a dead man walking. Strolling to my own guillotine, in my own strength, in my right mind: as “right” of mind as one in love can be “right” of mind, L O V E; in love? - We’ve been lied to by the poets, devoured in love, strangled by love, broken in love; that would be more accurate, but I digress.
Its unbelievable that I’m still standing, still thinking, still writing; still fucking feeling, right now. I thought for sure the Vodka and fist of pills would set me sailing.
Oh to be a bird and fly away. Far, far, far into the deepest darkest night, there where neither heartbreak, nor humility, nor her yellow garland arms and pedal hands can grip me. There where the wind has fucking balls and the drinks are free. My balls are bull-like and as the wind, huge and thick and swinging in pride, A “FUCK OFF” to any challengers. The crown of my cock is thick and heavy and red. A fat golden scepter for all the damsels to savor, and stroke, and fuck to their delight. My cock is to be kissed every evening as the blushed moon grows wet and every morning I make her cum like dew on the earth.
FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME RAW! FUCK ME TIL IM BLOODY AND
I’m fucking tired of LOVING her and eating the soil that sustains her. I’m so tired of my body wrinkling like a log waiting for her. I’m tired of not moving her as the moon moves the tides. I'm so fucking fed up with losing her to guys that can never love her as I do. They will never understand that the world is majestic, and winsome as the red nose of a yaso, and all of it just for you. They can't see that you’re crystal, and sunsets, and moonbeams, and goofy looking birds, and raindrops that bounce off the ground like trampolines. They're too self-consume to ever consider your glorious laughter; or how it burst like fireworks at first and then gentle skips like pebbles after. They miss the beautiful black pearls of your eyes for tits and ass. They have no idea that your soul has swirling purple stars and iridescent unicorns, and stones that sing, and cows that jump over the sun, and hills made of gumballs.
I’m tired of love and time, and space, and oxygen and every mother-fucking thing known to man. I’m tired of giving and bowing and picking flowers. I’m tired!
GOD, I wish you could see and understand and be moved by my love.
Finally! These fucking things have hit me
Goodnight, sweetheart its…