Here is a bitter and twisted poem to demonstrate that I do experience a healthy range of human emotions, as opposed to constantly staring out of a window and thinking about how much I love Pete. I actually only do that about 80% of the time.
Happy Saturday! I’m hoping to publish some more of How To Live Forever And Die Tomorrow this weekend.
The heart is a lonely hunter
Do you view romantic love as common ground?
Oh no, my dear. Observe: the lover your love found.
Is the very predator from whom you wished to flee:
Your lover, dear, is sleeping with the enemy.
Love is two hyenas hacking at raw meat,
And gnawing frantically to numb the tribal beat.
*This title is stolen from Carson McCullers