True+Love

A cluster-fuck: my brain. Or maybe my heart, ha! Who knows… I sure as hell don’t. Why am I still standing? Why not smite my outlandish soul that yearns for entirety in its raw form? I want his carnal intentions, I want him to expose the tender passion for me to steal it. Steal it and never look back. He is me, and I: him, I think. I pray to you that I am forgiven tonight… that my heart, brain, and gut aren’t ripped out in the anguish of my true love. But do I really know what that is? HA! hell no, once again. My mind is a place to wander for eternity, I’m always lost, I am; realistically, truly, and cruelly. I’ll never find happiness, I think. There’s really no such thing as karma because if there was I wouldn’t be stuck in this cluster-fuck I call my brain.