And Yet Another Broken Heart

These stupid eye balls and good looking gay guys. Liars. Duplicitous. They will give you false pretenses that they like you. All of the sudden they become MIA, intangible as fart. They become part of a thick memory in the “asshole” compartment.

But my heart will not be silenced and I am not to become lovelorned.

I am young and I am pretty sure that my days are still endless like the ocean. I know that one of those sometimes calm and sometimes rough days, like how the ocean survives a storm and goes with its low and high tides, that at the end of every storm and passersby crossing on its surface, someone will dive into my deep and I can remain calm in his arms.

posted on http://www.parteeboi.blogspot.com on Tuesday, February 24, 2009