He was looking for perfect
While pretending to be.
I was looking for human
And pushing him to come clean.
In the end he was gone,
Vapid avoidance prevalent,
And me?
The same as I ever was,
Strained reaching,
Overflowing with love,
No body wants.
B1humanBeing
I am just another human that has experienced multiple traumas, each causing their own individual set backs and behaviors that I share here in dissection and acceptance, with special attention to the horse sized pills life insists must exist. All poetry is copyrighted and written by me. If otherwise, it will be noted. From time to time I know I will not resist the temptation to speak my mind on various offensive subjects thought it is not my goal to cause issue. In all actuality I seek an understanding of the human experience as well as making the attempt to learn how to communicate effectively about the things that affect myself and the world around me especially in cases of great difficulty and unrest.
My Life Cubed 
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