Truth of the Heart

​I’m embarrassed to love you so unselfishly, so shamelessly so very aimlessly. For there lies not a future, not a home for my love, not a rest for my weary heart, overwrought from loving you.

 Overwrought from giving you every ounce of me inside…dying to be with you on the outside. Incessantly outside your reach. Can’t reach your heart. Can’t reach you by phone. Can’t be in your presence… Someone else calls you home. Alone I roam covered in love reserved for only you.

 So embarrassing, because it’s nothing, all my heart and soul, absolutely nothing does it mean to you. I’m ashamed that I’ve carried on, parched, thirsting, for my life my love, untamed yet chained …my flame remains unchanged and you unfazed by my love or my pain, the situation unchanged. I’ve nothing left to lose and at this point nothing either to gain. 

I must be insane for loving you so unrestrained without reward … without a hint of a promise in store… without hope for a future… for being in love on my own…waiting for you but to you I’m not home…

Embarrassed and Ashamed 

Attached and unclaimed 

Delusional, deranged 

Crazy in love

A Flame- Winters Dream

​I was set to battle an internet star who lived in an underground multi layered mansion. She was deranged, smiling, donning medieval style dress. A high collar with a powdered white face and long red hair. Curls galore. 

When the battle ensued, holding her 8 post candelabra with fresh candles lit, she attempted to bait me to chase her further into the lair and higher into the suites of the Mansion. As she donned a mad hatters deranged eyes and empty smile the tips of her hair caught a blaze . Her flight fanned the flames and ignited the artwork in the halls, the furniture, the suites themselves,  her taunting was her own undoing and all in her lair.