Scatered Pieces of something that tastes very much like love.
Unseen37:
A brilliant mind who moves amidst the brightest of the academy. Yet his neediness and naive erratic behavior, unseen to me on a man of his dimensions, smothered me. It ended on Christmas, and I was glad the mistake was over. His kisses, sweaty hands and the heavy metal he wore, still haunt me. He’s been blocked in every way, yet he continues to find me. The public eye sees a respectable intelligent man, I see the inexperienced kid who got obsessed and drove me to break a principle.
The Man of little words:
Never before, a man seemed to say so much with such scarce words, precisely the sentence needed at once and acutely chosen words. This seemingly untouchable porcelain model has the touch of a demigod, he’s unaware of his beauty and a relentless veil of mystery surrounds him. Yet to be discovered, explorations in darkness promise a sweet soul and a warm embrace. Much of his magic comes from how little I can read of him. Like an old smelling book written on sweet wisdom with fluorescent ink, it takes time observing under the right light to unveil its contents. The sounds are binding the gap though, his edge of the abyss will soon be on walkable distance for my legs.
DeviousMirrorMan:
He had a privileged setup in me, never earned it, I gave it away. So many firsts yet his love never lived up to selflessness and synergy greatly needed to build a "We". So much I lived with him, until the fight drained me dry. Not once before, have I longed for an out so much. Love was not enough. As if trying to run tied to a sycamore tree, I hurt myself by expecting him to fly alongside me, when he was my soft landing spot, never my wings nor the air I banked upon. He is a lesson on my skin, a reminder of the person I became when I lost my wings.
ErgoMadeMan:
The first one in, mine. Loved the way he fed up my ego, dangerous loving for the heart and the openness of mind. A de facto traveler of feet, heart and knowledge. A kinky bastard whom I wish I had more time with, only because he made me better, yet he never knew that lie I let him tastefully enjoy of me. We loved our “self” more than we loved each other, and we went on. Looked back on him only to know he still thought dearly of me, but so of himself. This is the one I will forever be endangered of.
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