Can you see my madness through your love clouded eyes?

For you, I burned my mask. I peeled away my disguise.

Can you see the darkness burned into my soul?

This shadowy, chaotic part of me will never be controlled.

I bare my soul because, from you, I should never have to hide.

So, tell me now, can you see me through your besotted eyes?

You no longer visit my dreams. Your smell does not cling to the sheets. My lips no longer crave to mold against yours.

I've realized a love like ours was never meant to flourish. It was only to dissipate once the light sought us out from hiding. I understand now your shade of blue was only meant to turn my purple black.

I do hope this letter finds you in time, before you destroy another in your quest for redemption. You must know by now, there can be no salvation in the love you seek. I beg you not to look for someone to love if you mean for them to wash you clean while becoming tainted by your luster.

You seek love that will save you. But darling, Love cannot save all things.

Signed,

I Hope You Find Peace.

A carved out hole

Where my heart should reside,

Empty and hollow

To match my pride.

Just an anesthesia

For my poor soul

From the pain that I hold inside.

My body's protection

Against itself.

For once you were gone,

There was nothing left

To hold dear

For a house isn't a home

Without you near.

I’m on my second beer when he sits down beside me at the crowded bar.

At first, I don’t acknowledge him, because I’m way too busy staring at the picture of JewBoy87’s penis on my phone and wondering when my life came to this.

Firstly, who sexts pictures of their genitals at eight p.m. on a Friday night? Someone with no life, who has nothing better to do than come home from work, make dinner for himself, before stripping down and taking photos at various angles of his very erect, very pink penis. Or someone who just has a folder entitled ‘Dick Pix’ on their smartphone just for show-and-tell moments like this...