LOVE IS PAINFUL

I remember seeing a stranger in the shopping mall...

He filled my dreams and my poetry for months after

and I only saw him that one time.

And now this man has inherited his legacy.

This innocent man that i protect by denying my feelings...

And DELEATING his name.

Protecting myself or hurting?

I can't tell the difference any more.

CENSORSHIP IS PAINFUL

I've seen him more than just once, but once would

have been enough...And here I am weeping for the simple

pleasure of suffering over his eyes...

-His Dark Sparkling Eyes-

He told me that he likes my suffering.

Strange that he is the emotion that he so desperately defines...

He inspires it like no other...

He is a junkie for the pain that he deals.

I came out of that party years ago...

But we all knew that...

CENSORSHIP IS NOT LOVE

I haven't felt this desire since virginity.

So sharp and so deep...

Piercing...

Wounding...And

Wanting Only For More!

CENSORSHIP IS DEATH

TO LOVE IS TO DIE

I WILL DIE TO PROTECT HIM

I WOULD DIE TO LOVE HIM

THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS

TO PROTECT THE INNOCENT

FOR NO ONE AT ALL...BECAUSE I LACK

THE COURAGE OF MY CONVICTION.