Author Archives: dreads

This is what you do


This is what you’ve reduced me to Laying in bed. Thinking about your legs wrapped around my head. How dare you enter my dream space demanding my services. Caressing my skin Begging for a quickie, Your last class just left … Continue reading

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the jig is up


see my problem is this. It’s not that I care to little but too much. I hate not seeing you and not talking to you. I know my life is complicated and not the norm but let me ask you … Continue reading

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years lost


see I’ve had this job for over 10 years. my resume reads “since my 1st work permit” but in truth since I was 3 I’ve toiled in this field. Across the board people are harder on me across the board. … Continue reading

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The sex is great, ┬ábut not really


You’re great in bed, I mean you give great head bit there is something wrong. You don’t communicate, eunouciate, or pontificate. Checking for clues from you is misleading, confusing and my own undoing. We don’t have shit in common but … Continue reading

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Can you hear me


Here’s the thing you never understood.  She’s just a friend bit you’re my girlfriend. Me & her talk about you in the sense that I need a sounding board, you both know how I’m liable to say just about anything.  … Continue reading

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Tears save lives


The rules I live by. As a man 1st I can’t show any emotions outside of anger and rage. I can speak here on a page just not in my life. Life wise there are no tears allowed in my … Continue reading

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Don’t attempt to use me  To massage your guilt.  Don’t act like you don’t remember, what you put me through.  The walls you slammed me into  The bruises I had to wear to school The fear that once gripped me … Continue reading

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