such a bore

She says don't let go. Rain pours over her face concealing tears she say, I have no sympathy, tears of wah I say..of self pleasing fulfillment.. Of hunger pains maybe.. I feel no pity I care less and less. The agony of .. Or the pursuit of the unobtainable.. She longs for the things that consume her.. Is it honest and true ? I have no opinion I take not her words as truth. Juss simple poems with no heart no meaning she says feed me.

She says tell me sumthin.. Use me to I have no more to give?.. Or is it sum meaning to wah she is craving could love me? Realy . Love me.. She says I long for this and that wen itell her all the time. Say the word. Does she ? Nope. . I know nothing of her .

I kno not her thoughts her feelings her life. Nothing all ikno is her poetry. Nothing more I have nothing writing in my journal I give her my soul she give me empty words.. Funny. It doesn't bother me I juss care less and less lose hope and more hope.. She is dying to me.

Can she revive my cares. My concerns .. I do love her honestly I do buh I can love from a distance if I must one moment I feel as she.. Top im on then top im off same way with her hunger one min she needs next min she full. Does she want to kno I or my art.. I put forth effort to paint a painting . For her. Is she interested in th painting or the the artist I find it hard to see .. My vision is blurred. I love her with a real love. I love her with a real love.

Im embedded to her and my promises still stand. ..buh I wonder is she deeper than wah I see cus I see empty shell.

I see mask hiding wah matters not willing to deal wit afraid o f attachment. She gives juss few soul rising words I barely see life... I barely seee much .. I love yu sweetheart I do

To feed you

"To feed yu" is what yu want thereforeyu have been fead"

enjoy yur morning, noon, and night

Love for yu? Yes ..love yu? yes ...questions? Many .. Answers? Few .

Simple kiss on the forehead, Is the inequlity and yu are the y-ntercept and I be the slope..the quadrant is unknown my love. .. Ahh the angony of peacee. The simple rush of tranquility.. I love enuff said.. Enuff said... my love