Letter to love

Letters to love

See the thing is i love my wife but i havent felt loved by her. Maybe men aren't supposed to feel. But im very fragile, I just wanted to feel good. Im a fool and this is what foolish men get for wanting to feel.

I recall a whisper in my mind, dont act like a bitch when shit starts to happen. I may be a bit of a bitch

Nose bloody
Emotional novicain
Teeth shown
Universal plans
I do not understand
I am lost
Back to wall
Loveless fight or flight
Emotions ive never felt

Something happened to me in may. i dont know what. im not sure who killed me. But i am all heart and dying. I blame me, i blame you i blame her. I blame the love of my foolish heart. I dont know what happened to me. I wish i wasnt a fool. I wish i knew how to love and what love to recieve. You are beautiful and i never could have you. I never could hold on to you. You are too much woman for me and now, i see. I must have died and not been burried yet. Some force is against me. In my head pressure, some evil posseses me. I can not come near you without hurt. you deserve the best. I knew i was falling and even you can not save me. Do not forgive me and never forget. I will do my best to survive this. But the lover i had is no more and was lost years ago.

I need a woman thats got my back not holding the knife in it

But i still love her.

There is no devil, good or evil. Just two fools young in love passion stale over time, revived with jealouslys vengeance. the machine of marriage not inclined to move in two different directions.

I promise

Promise is the glue that holds life to the body. Even that is just a little while.

Love in the hand

Yin and yang - darkness and light. What do you know of my nature that you fear my back and adore my front.

She is intended for the purpose of adding leather to my heart and a shield to my soul.
The pain is for purposes only known to me. I rejected her and mother nature herself chastises.

I was not looking for her she found me. She is and i am. We are aware of each other but power is created through resistance. Seeds are planted in darkness.

Funny when they ask whats wrong with me...

well i seek after knowledge of self, peace, love and enlightenment,

i am as i always have been.

What are you after ?
security, fun, a piece of ass, approval.

If i am strange to you then everything is as it should be.

My yoke is easy and my burden is light.
I am free
you cling to flesh.

The buzzing bees of frantic distress swarm your head. Quiet now be still follow the heart not the head.

Love is at hand