Oct 6, 2016
Poetry Day Contribution - is really a poem about my real true love I am to spend infinity with, the one, you know, to crazy to be real, yet there he really was there on the bus, still homeless unless he lived at his mom's, clean, beautiful and ready to be loved. I was free to love him that night, that's how I know he was real. We had sex in the parking lot at some point in the night, even if it was quick, it was just so we knew and connected like that. I now just think about him fuqing me while I suck my #NewBoyfriend's penis. I wonder if that can ever happen. Love is stranger than reality.
