this is an honest open and may be sick twisted perverted, disgusting, sad , happy, abusive, hateful, spiteful, mind blowing, or stagnant.

It is me. It is the goo on the finger that just came out of a festering wound.

I invite all to comment and share.

Fuck your friends fuck your neighbors but alway make love to the one you love.

This is my forum and it is open to the world.



If she knew how the hate breeds within me, what would she do?
If she knew that with every misrepresented word and broken promise my disgust with her grows like a viracious swarm of maggots coursing thru the still warm flesh of a new corpse, would she begin to use a more honest patter?
If she wasnt confused by her own lustful desires, would her heart focus its attention upon me?

The falsities uttered from her lips consumes me and crosses me, like a distasteful sermon from a drunken deacon. The misrepresentations of facts and the disorderly nature of selfish thoughts. I am me and she is I. Except for her she is her and I am nothing. You drug me away with empty promises and desperately, delusional I have followed.

I am going to have her and you will cry, and I will still feel victimized. I am going to have the other and it will be one day soon that you will sit alone in a crying room fretting and recalling every word spoke and promise un kept and unable to sleep while I will have no regret.

My confession for the day-

I am disconnected and I start returning your gifts to you in a horrific bin full of your own sharp rejections, and acidic words so that it will burn you to your core and you will be to ashamed to sleep. I hate you today just as much as I hated her Yesterday.

-----The Confessor

1 comment:

  1. Wow... sounds like my marriage.. *whew* so glad that is over .. thank you for visiting my blog .. I have been following you i love how you write... have a better Tuesday :)