Evil Fuckers

They're out there. Genderless. Cultureless. Human in appearance. But not really human. All they are is "want". Immoral, amoral, or falsely moral As suits their predation Upon their prey. They are the enemies of all good. They are the architects of their Own destruction. But they must be resisted And fought. And defeated. They will …

They Keep On Running

From the past. But what they don't realise Is running is not the answer. Healing is. Dealing is. Seeking peace, is. Running from the past? You're running toward it. More of it. Over and over and over, again.

Patience or Persistence

I'm trying. To move forward. Through the minefield Toward not a total absence Of good things. But those mines. And I'm trying To move forward Away from Her. Toward other hers Wherever and whenever They may be. With my mind and body. But my heart holds me back. Or at least advises caution. It tells …

You Can Do It

You know you can. There's an unparalleled Bravery within you. Buried beneath a lot of Pain. I know. But it's there. And you know it. All you have to do is Decide, once and for all: To start recovering. You know I've done it. I decided to a long time ago. Getting sober was just …

I Played My Part

And suffered those Shakespearean slings and arrows Of outrageous fortune: Meeting Her. Will it be worth it? It already was. Will she return to me? I certainly hope so. But will she? I don't know. Does she love me? Yes. Do I love her? Eternally.

No Line

Not even blurred. None. Between terror and love. For her. Such is my care for her. Such is my fear for her. One day there will be No terror. Just love. But for now there is infinitely Both. And that is ok. For now. For her.

Never

Ever. EVER. Put ambition Above love. Because if you do: You will lose everything.

“We are at our least rational, when we are at our most vulnerable”

Long John Silver - Black Sails There it is. One sentence that sums up the past two years. Fortunately - vulnerable as she can be and has been exploited because of more times than I could ever be anything other than enraged by - she is at her core the strongest, most rational person I …

This is Not a Game

It is justice. It is sanity. It is truth. It is life. And most of all It is love. And even if it was A game. I have already won. And am merely Awaiting my prize: Her. But she is not a prize. Because this is not a game. This is a simple matter of …

Growth

We all have to walk our own path in life. Sometimes that means losing people. Sometimes that means gaining people. Sometimes we walk alone.