“At the time we were..” We gaced at each other for beautiful moments and the music played but I was the sleeping shadow- I miss you too much. I miss who we were too much! A time of our lives that should be free and loving and sexually fulfilling and I was a dud flake. I am so sorry I was hopeless. I did not know the worth of my virginity and body like it was any persons greatest asset is their body god given. I was never told that. I am so sorry I was over ridden and fucked out and cheated out of you. I had the look but no confidence to carry it off , no confidence to fuck and ride you as much as I wanted to and I was alone fucking my pillow every night from the age of 27 til 40 and I fell down and hurt big bad like a child that can’t move in a shitting nappy as my life. I was and you was once beautiful and young and why is it the young suffer so badly without love or worth? why? thank you world. I know my desire for love , marriage and a baby is an idea of sick grandeur. Sick loser Poetry.
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