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Month: June 2022
True Love
It's a wild ride. Or, at least, it has been For her and me. Maybe some people are lucky. Their true love occurs easily. Two people who should be together Brought together and kept together The instant they meet. We weren't that lucky. But we were still lucky. Because we are in true love. Neither … Continue reading True Love
You Can Trust Me
You know you can. You know I love you. You know I would literally Die to protect you. All I want to do is help You heal and grow and thrive. So please. Let me. Please. Let the past go. Take my hand again. This time, I'll never Let go. And I will lead you … Continue reading You Can Trust Me
The Fact of the Matter
She's the woman for me. And I'm the man for her. It's like other women know. They see me. I'm attractive Smart Funny Caring Loving Honest. But I'm taken. They can tell. Women's intuition. Empathy. A sixth sense. All of the above. Call it what you want, but They're right. All she needs to do … Continue reading The Fact of the Matter
She Has No Idea
What she's missing out on. Sounds arrogant, but it's not. She once said, slightly ironically Literally: "I'm amazing." And she was right. But so am I. And the tragically ironic part? She knows it. She knows the man She's currently with Is not her equal. He's an idiot. He's also a liar A dog. An … Continue reading She Has No Idea
My Favourite Thing About Autism
Probably my favourite thing about autism is the hyperfixation. I don’t just play a video game or watch a TV show or movie. I'm virtually in them. I don’t just socialise with someone. I get inside their head and understand them better than they do. Even love. I don’t think I love like a neurotypical. … Continue reading My Favourite Thing About Autism
She’s Arrived
On a leaky boat. Across a stormy ocean. For twenty-seven years. And I've stood on the dock Through two summers and winters Smoking cigarettes and writing Poetry to her. Crying, laughing. Enduring the deepest depths of despair And highest highs of elation. Waiting. She's on the ship. It's rusty, covered in barnacles. Full of her … Continue reading She’s Arrived
She Really Is
The best thing that ever happened to me. The love. The pain. The anger. The sorrow. All of such magnitude that only Two things were possible: My destruction, or My rebirth. And I'm still here. These words are proof. Everything superfluous to me Is gone, now. There is nothing I do Nothing I say Or … Continue reading She Really Is
Hopefully She Knows What She’s Doing
Because if she takes too long To reflect on what happened And honestly search her heart About how she feels about me. About how I could feel she felt. She risks losing me forever. I would go to the ends of the Earth For her If she wanted my love. But if I fall in … Continue reading Hopefully She Knows What She’s Doing
Love is Patience
It's been 543 days since we last spoke. She said she wasn't going to read my message. Then she contradicted herself by addressing the last paragraph I wrote, then blocked me. I know she read the whole thing. And I know she knows I'm right. It's not that we always agreed with each other. That's … Continue reading Love is Patience