My current experience with Love

The aching in my aging frame is an escape from the anguish of my soul. The stinging of my skin is a testament to your joy in crucifying me by your words and deeds. My folly to hope and dream that I am your saviour, forgetting the fate of all saviours as I walk on in your unrelenting rain. Once there, I will kneel by your empty well and drink deeply of the gritty dust of your selfishness. Spitting and choking I will lay down again on your bed strewn with the nails and broken glass of your apathy. Tomorrow will be a new day as your toy in which to drive the savage rails you made and were given to commemerate the shame and pain of your life without love. Before sleep I will search deeper for another way to show you at long last that I am the prince you dream of and that I have always been here waiting to love you.

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  • The job of Shakespeare has been claimed.

    You need to realize that you placed your trust and hopes incorrectly and move on from there with a wiser perspective.

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