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three sweet words rush to my ear on the warm breath of a whisper "i love you" i am undone unraveled by your soulful confession but in an instant driven to despair knowing i have inevitably wounded you by my lack of availability by the fucking emotional walls i have built why couldn't i have met you before she destroyed me how do i tell you i am not ready how do i tell you i "could" love you when those words may very well be our end

drowning in whiskey my last action before death is to scratch down these words in hopes that more than my blood will make sense of what was done how I came to be this shadow of a human being this zombie soul dead flesh walking without purpose driven to darkness by everything leading up to this moment you must know my heart was forged by the brutality of this perpetual battleground and I fought harder than most I encased every inch of myself in armor yet here I stand wounded a sword splitting...

camouflaged perfectly, nestled in the secluded country of rocks, bushes, and trees... a fort, we believed to be of great proportions. We were The Warriors; I was Blaze. I was the best friend of Lion-O and Cheetara, of April and Leonardo. We were superheroes to the lost children of this wretched place. We set up laser barriers for intruder detection, but I realize, now, those tripwires of string and bottles and cans were simply buying us a little time, enough for a solitary moment of joy, of y...

You cheer me on. One shot. Another. Just one more. One fifth of whiskey later. Brutality possesses me. I kick you. Unprotected. Direct hit to your balls. We laugh about it. All of us. Well. More like howl. I trip. Apparently over my own feet. Nosedive to hardwood floor. I swear. My shirt is purple. But it is orange. And not mine. I am a mess. Such comic relief. Not to mention. My drunken phone calls. All in fun. We tell ourselves. You claim bragging rights. Hilarious. Until I pass out. Until...