I often wonder to the scrawny, passion-confused boy I left behind. The one who always fights with his music--banging on the keys because he's angry--angry at everything. I often wonder if he is still angry, but that is what makes me wary of him; forever wary of him. He was a knot of a person. … Continue reading The Passion Confused Boy
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Honey
I forgot that honey makes me think of you. Your mother horded all her harvested honey in jars on the highest cuboard, though she had sworn a life of sugar, dairy, meat, and wheat celibacy. Honey was all she had left. Honey for another day. But you'd take down a jar, when you'd make me … Continue reading Honey
His Black Bench
Sometimes I look back on this ex of mine who turned out to be a sociopath. I write more about him in my short-blurg of the passion confused boy. But on the sociopath stuff--for reals. Did the researched. He told me himself after such and such tests. Yep...but...I guess I'm still trying to make sense … Continue reading His Black Bench