Mutilate

I love that I was the chaser. I love that I couldn't make myself chased. I love that you put up with all my mind games. It was just a test. I don't do that now, I don't need to test people I love.

Grah, what ever am I supposed to buy for Mike's birthday? I have a fair idea of half of the gift(s), but seeing as I can't post them here I'm going to leave this post as an elusive clue.

Something dark and sexy.

Something with a pleasing colour.

Something to remind you of our first date.

And something home-made.


Guesses welcome :P

Suggestions extra welcome.

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It is me, in all my glory.

I am oppression coaxing the fire.

In the night- the draught. In heat, the drought.

Between and under cracks in rocks, I await the arrivals. Departed.

Mutilated, I am the throne of injustice.

Together I become the scales of paupers' reason.

But alone,

I am just a breeze.



Talk to me, help me understand why I do this for you. Please, please... if I'm crushing you just speak out.
I don't understand.
But I know I'm to blame.
Now.